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Archived Applications / Nisha Kapoor
« on: 18/04/2015 at 03:07 »
Application for Hogwarts School
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Name: Nisha Tarika Kapoor
Birthday: May 9
Hometown: Guntur, India but now lives in the outskirts of London
Bloodline:
Halfblood
Magical Strength (pick one):
Charms
Magical Weakness (pick one):
Transfiguration
Year (pick two): 4th, 5th
Biography:
Nisha’s dad, Manas Bhavya Kapoor, was the only one who understood her. At least that was her feeling. He was analytical, inquisitive, and one who loved to tinker with items to improve them, or to simply find out how they worked. He was more progressive than her stuffy old mother, Ananya Mina Asan Kapoor, and her grandparents, Deven and Tarika Asan. Her father would often sit with hours on end with Nisha putting together puzzles and discussing with her what his latest engineering feat was, even asking Nisha her opinion regarding it and if she had any suggestions to improve it.
Her father was a muggle engineer who was specialized in coming up with improvements for medical devices, immunizations, and sometimes even prescription medications. He was a genius and could do nothing wrong in Nisha’s eyes. The two of them, Nisha and her father loved to tinker with things together, go to museums to learn about how things worked, and joke with one another all the time.
Then he just disappeared that New Year’s Evening, and no one knew what happened. His latest prototypes went poof too, as well as his modern day train sets that Nisha had loved to tinker with, and she woke up that morning to only her stuffy old, traditional grandparents on her mother’s side and her mother. Everyone was confused. They sent owls to the Indian Magical government asking what had happened, but of course never received word. With no other male in the house, other than that grumpy old cat Vishnu, her maternal grandfather took over head of house duties, including going back to work as a Healer at India’s best magical hospital, and there were no more tinkering times for Nisha.
Her mother and grandparents confiscated her little toolkit of various things to help pull apart things, as well as many of her books that explained how things work. Now there was just constant piano lessons, etiquette lessons, cooking lessons, basic math and reading instruction, designated sewing times, basic household magic instruction, Herbology, and countless meetings with other magical families who had boys about her age as a first step toward getting a prearranged marriage lined up. In other words, torture. And since Nisha was an only child, the torture was downright suffocating. If this kept up, Nisha was sure she’d be dead by 16 of exhaustion AND boredom.
She was so contrary in every single one of those family meetings, that it drove her mom and grandparents insane. Nisha’s bad reputation of being one that was far too progressive soon reached the ears of numerous suitable Indian magical families to the point that no one would consider even meeting with Nisha and her family, even if a fantastic dowry was promised upon when Nisha would be wed right at the age of 18. Consequently, options ran dry, so they got up and moved to just outside of London where they hoped to find more options. Plus there were jobs available, decent paying ones too, in England, namely at St. Mungo’s Hospital for her grandfather who had specialized in Herbology, Potions, and Healing, so he could provide for the family, because it was considered shameful for any woman to work outside of the home, and as traditional as her mother and grandparents were, they were sticklers about that. And so they moved permanently there just before England shut its borders.
And they have been there ever since. As was expected by the magical community, Nisha received the invite to Hogwarts, and reluctantly her mother and grandparents let her go. Their reasoning behind letting her go was that she would be able to meet other magical, eligible, young men there, and make connections so a prearranged marriage could be made, and that the problem of Nisha would finally be solved.
Unfortunately for her mother and grandparents, it hasn’t gone exactly as planned. Away from home, Nisha has managed to get her hands on things that would be confiscated at home, and they have received more than just a few owls home from professors that felt like Nisha was disrespecting them with all her countless questions, and not paying attention because of tinkering with something, reading about how things worked, or reading about science. Nisha has pretty much kept to herself, too, and hasn’t made many friends, either. It isn’t that Nisha doesn’t want friends, it is just that she is far more interested in inanimate objects, animals and what uses they might have to improve certain things, and science than people. The only traditions that Nisha seem open to are making her own clothing (she likes the challenge and loves to come up with different patterns) and cooking (she likes seeing how so many different ingredients when put together in different combinations yield so many different results, and she is fascinated how heat can cause so many chemical changes, plus she can tinker to her heart’s content when it comes to recipes to yield the best outcome).
Her mother and grandparents are not sure what to do anymore as nothing seems to work, and as far as Nisha is concerned, good. That means they might leave her alone, finally. She can’t wait to graduate, and finally be on her own, away from ridiculous notions that women should be seen, and not heard, and that the only proper place for a women is to raise children and do household duties. She plans on moving as far away as possible from them, and never speaking to them, again if possible. That and she wishes she could find where her father went.
In her mind, some traditions like the clothing are worth keeping, because it makes one more unique, but other ones like prearranged marriages are so antiquated, that one feels like they are living in the Middle Ages, constantly. And when you look at history, the Middle Ages weren’t exactly the best part of world history. Just look at how many died from the Black Plague, malnourishment, and other horrid diseases, and often not quickly and in incredibly painful ways. No thank you. The chivalry part might be kind of neat, with romantic wooing and ballads on the part of the men, but everything else, a living nightmare. At least that was Nisha’s perception.
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Personality: Rooted deeply in tradition is what her grandmother and mother want for Nisha, including the acceptance of a prearranged marriage, but Nisha is far from that, except when it comes to clothing and cooking traditional recipes. Nisha wants to be able to support herself and not have to rely on her husband for everything. She is fascinated by science and engineering, both muggle and magical.
Besides that, inquisitive is the one word that probably best describes Nisha. She always wants to know HOW things work and WHY they work that way, so she is often found pulling apart anything she can get her hands on. If it has any sort of gears or mechanisms, Nisha will take it apart to see the inner workings of the item, and tweak them to try and improve them. Most of the time her ‘improvements’ only broke the item, but at least she tried. Reparo, as a result became her most favorite charm, as it could fix anything that Nisha accidentally broke during her ‘investigations.’ The same goes for magic. She has been known to drive her professors/teachers batty at times asking all sorts of questions about how and why things/spells, etc. work, plus the theory or theories behind them all. Simply knowing how to perform spells, memorization of things, or being able to solve problems quickly and efficiently isn’t enough for Nisha. She is always thirsting for more than that.
When it comes to interacting with others, she is pretty quiet for the most part, mostly because she always is trying to dissect the insides of something to figure out how it works, come up with a way to improve it, and often appears absent minded because of it. The fact of the matter is that Nisha is actually quite intelligent and well-learned, though it may not appear that way at times.
When someone does reach her, that person has to be prepared for Nisha to ask that person’s opinion on how things work all the time, and be ready to have a discussion about it. Because of that, she may come off as a bit aloof, but really she is a kindhearted person who just seems to have a better connection with inanimate objects and animals than people in general. She is slow to anger, but when you do anger her, she will hold a grudge for a very long time. She won’t forgive easily, as is seen in her attitude regarding her grandparents and other. Nisha doesn’t have any opinion one way or the other when it comes to blood status. The only thing with that is that she would love to find out if there really is any different in chemical make-up halfbloods, purebloods, muggleborns and why is it that muggles cannot do magic, even though to her the muggles she has come across don’t seem any different than those that can do magic, except of course for the performing magic part, and she wonders why that is the case.
Appearance: The first thing anyone notices about Nisha upon first meeting her is her tendency to wear brightly colored, unique, homemade, quality clothing that is made up of mostly traditional Indian dress, especially saris, and pantsuits. When she isn’t wearing traditional Indian dress, she wears elaborate, unique, and brightly colored pantsuits and long dresses. If she could get away with not wearing bulky wizarding robes, you would never see her in them willingly. All of her clothing is handmade by her grandmother or herself, and very unique. She will never wear clothing you would find in a catalog or at a store, because that is her family’s prerogative in an attempt to keep tradition alive. It isn’t that her family can’t afford it, it is just that they take great pride in masterpieces created by their own hands (or magic). Even when she is forced to wear dress robes, her grandmother or her make them and don’t buy them, always throwing something that is a reflection of ancient Indian tradition in it. Her and her family bought the school robes because it was required, but if they had a choice, the robes would have been handmade. She has long, wavy black hair and dark brown, almost black eyes, and wears brightly colored sandals or slip-ons whenever possible.
She is about average height for her age, and average build. She likes to wear her hair down most of the time, but when she is getting ready to dissect the insides of something, she will pull her hair back in a ponytail. She is rarely seen without bangles, dangly earrings, or some other jewelry of some sort, all a reflection of traditional Indian culture because she finds doing so makes her unique, but at the same time acts as a bit of a bridge to traditions she approves of.
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
It was getting late, and if Nisha didn’t hurry, she would be out of luck for dinner. Not that it mattered much, really. She could always whip something up for herself in the Kitchens. After all, she knew a secret way to the Kitchens, and it wouldn’t be the first time she was caught there by an adult.
But having to whip something up WOULD cut into her time to investigate a peculiar trinket she had stumbled across at what many people might consider a junk shop during her last Hogsemade trip. The trinket in mind looked like it was simply a small golden box on the outside. However if you opened it, one found a petite ballerina pop up and start dancing to a tune she had yet to determine, a watch face and a tiny little pocket one could hide something of great value in, something like a ring. It was something she had never seen before, and was dying to investigate, and improve on since the little tune seemed to stall out in the middle for no reason. The watch gears seemed rather antiquated, too, and rusty, so she would have to pay extra close attention to them, and take extra time on and if she missed out on dinner, and had to prepare something for herself, she’d not have enough time to investigate and do her essay for Herbology. And honestly, Nisha wasn’t in the mood for another howler from her grandmother or mother, right now. So she had hurried to the Great Hall, sucked up her food in a rather unladylike manner, and plugged her ears as some kid stomped out of the hall all sweaty and gross in a huff, and she sighed. What was the kid’s problem? She shook her head in dismay as she examined her treasure some more as she engulfed the last bit of potatoes that was on her plate, and got up, ready to head to the Gardens for some peace and quiet so she could investigate her treasure some more.
Shortly after she exited the Great Hall, she was startled so much she dropped her trinket, or rather treasure on the floor when a that same boy in the Great Hall who had stomped out, second or third year by the looks of it chastised her for no reason, and created more of a spectacle. At least it seemed that way. That spectacle was a scream or yowl that sounded like grumpy old Vishnu (her family’s cat) when he was plopped in a tub for a bath or had to get his claws trimmed. The only different of course was actual words came out of the boy’s mouth, and there were actual tears rolling down the boy’s face.
She glared at the kid momentarily as she tried to find where her lost treasure had landed and said matter-of-factly, a bit annoyed at this point at the kid but not cruelly: “What on Earth is wrong with you? I haven’t said or done anything to you! And you have just made me lose my treasure!”
She sighed. Frantically she searched for her treasure by having knelt down on the floor and felt around for it. Eventually Nisha found it, and thankfully it was in one piece. Therefore, her mood evened out a bit as her attention was drawn to the tears rolling down his face, so much she decided she might as well try to get the kid feel a bit better about whatever was bothering him. That or by getting his mind off of it by changing the subject completely. After all she had been miserable many times in her life before, well at least since her father disappeared, and getting her mind focused on something else often helped her cope, so why not see if it might work for the kid, too.
“Pictures, I don’t know if this thing takes pictures or not, but you want to help me find out? I was about to take it apart and see if I could get a better understanding of how it works.”
One thing was for sure, the kid needed to relax, some, she thought inwardly. Were all younger boys like this? If so, she sure was glad she was an only child.
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