Do you have more than one character? If yes, did you get permission to make this one, and from which admin?: TJ let me delete Stephanie
Appearance: Looks like a kitten
Personality: Throughout his childhood, Nicodemus was known as Camille and Sarah's sunshine boy. Ready with a smile for anyone and everyone, Nic was the sort of child who peddled kisses indiscriminately, pressing his affectionate baby lips to each and every deserving cheek that was presented to him. Easy to win over, difficult to turn away, Nicodemus had an easy time making friends, bestowing each and every baby smile upon the world as if it was a precious gift that people had somehow done something miraculous to deserve. His mothers never did anything to dissuade this - why should they? So long as he was not being snatched by strangers - and truly, they did keep a very close eye on him - they were happy to let their happy baby make friends wherever and whenever he pleased.
This affectionate nature matured and bloomed as Nicodemus aged, and after his sister was adopted, he became a little more choosy about who was deserving of having his affection bestowed upon them. Not because he was any less loving than he was as a baby, but because he was not receiving all of the attention like he wanted, so why should he give his out freely? He doesn't give off the air at first, but Nicodemus can easily work himself into the world's greatest sulk, lower lip puckered out so far that a parrot could perch on it, arms crossed tightly across his little chest. This boy is not one who likes to share. No, he likes to be the one on the receiving end of all of the affection, reluctant to share his mothers even with each other, much less with another, unwanted sibling. This is not to say that he has ever been cruel to his sister - no, he treats her as if she is a guest in his home, even after all this time. Gaining another sibling is not something he has ever quite forgiven his parents for. Nor has he quite forgiven her for her existence in the first place.
Away from the family who he feels has betrayed him, Nicodemus reemerges from his sulky cocoon, morphing back into that bright, happy baby he once always was. While still reserving his laughter for only the most deserving of jokes, Nic is quick to smile, easy to please. He loves nothing more than to babble about his plants for as long as you will let him, going on and on rapturously about how this flower bloomed yesterday, and this plant has spots but he doesn't think it is anything serious, and this plant is developing a smell and are you sure that's perfectly normal? He treats his plants like his children, and this is quite obvious by the way that he has never had a pet, choosing to cover every available surface with something green and/or leafy.
When it comes to the more practical magic, with actual wand waving and incantations and instantaneous magical results, Nicodemus is a little more deficient. It is not that he tries, because he does but there is something about his spells that never turns out quite right. Whether it is the unsureness that he no doubt portrays in spell casting or the hesitance in his motions, something is off, and every time he messes up (again), he declares that he will never pick up his wand again. Resilience has never been this boy's strong suit, as he much prefers to give up on things that are difficult rather than risk embarrassment by trying again and again. He doesn't like being embarrassed, never has never will, and because of this, giving up is the much preferred method to public humiliation.
Character Background: Nicodemus – a Greek name meaning “people’s victory.” Although neither of Nic’s parents are Greek, they found the name fitting. A lesbian couple, one pregnant by surrogate, both the parents of a beautiful little baby with cat eyes and a sunshine smile. When they had originally gotten together, both had wanted children, though his mother Camille had never wanted to carry a child and Sarah had never thought she could. Ultimately it was Camille who agreed to be the one to carry Nic because Sarah really and truly could not, and many months later he came silently into the world, looking at everything around him with huge, solemn eyes. This solemnity was not to last.
Early on, Nicodemus discovered an affinity for making people smile. He would gaze up into the eyes of an adult, that babyhood solemnity returning to his eyes, and then would ask the most ridiculous of questions. “Why don’t crabs have eyebrows?” “Why isn’t a knee called a leg elbow?” “What does an eye taste like?” His mothers would laugh, Nic would laugh, and although he never really got his questions answered, he had the attention on him, and that was the important part. As an only child, Nicodemus knew for a fact that the attention belonged on him, and it was all he could do to keep it on him for as long as possible.
It was why, when his mothers told him that they were going to have another child and let him see her pictures, Nicodemus was so thoroughly confused. Another baby? But HE was the baby! He might have only been four, but that was plenty old enough to know what he wanted in life, and what he wanted was to not have a sibling, regardless of age or gender. Of course, his mothers adopted his sister anyway, and that was the moment, Nic knew, when his life would be forever ruined. Unlike him, his sister was far more magnetic, and the more she shone, the more he felt like a dull rock at the bottom of a murky pond.
Luckily, Hogwarts seemed to cure him of that dull feeling. Nicodemus didn’t have any grand realizations of magic, more along the lines of things changing colors and textures, little things, but when he got to Hogwarts, and began to learn magic, he felt like he was growing into himself just a little bit more. The boy discovered a true affinity for Herbology, gentle fingers coaxing green things to peek above the ground. This affinity for plants and growing things translated itself to Potions as well, Nic finding a home among the steam and scents and murkiness of the Potions dungeon classroom. It was an odd place for the sunshine boy to be found, but he is rarely happier than when he is leaning over a cauldron of mysterious and slightly intimidating looking concoction, or covered in dirt and fertilizer.
The only place that can possibly rival his fondness for Potions and Herbology is the library. Having been raised in an academically inclined family, who valued reading quite highly and regarded books as prized possessions, the library was the first place that Nic found in the castle and truly felt at home in. He likes to stay in there until closing hours, bent so close to his book that his spine is nearly bent in half, nose nearly brushing the page. When this is the case, a hurricane can occur and he would still hear nothing. It is a happy place that no one, not even his sister, could possibly destroy.
The Sorting Hat is placed on your head. What are you thinking at that moment?: “EEK!”
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OOC Name: Annie
Your Pronouns: she
How did you find out about Wizarding Realm? I live here