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 Kiska F. Ferdenova, 03.08.2018
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Name: Kiska Fayina Ferdenova
Age: Seventeen
Bloodline: Half-Blood
Physical Appearance:
    Kiska’s appearance is rather at-odds with the personality that lies underneath. She has those light blue eyes that usually one only sees on infants and toddlers, before their true eye color has had time to develop, and she has that blonde hair that gets naturally lighter in the summer and a shade or so darker in the winter, making the need for dye products unnecessary. Her features are something that she shares with her sisters, with alterations here and there – darker here on that sister, dark hair on the one brother, lighter hair on those two sisters…And she knows that she looks quite like her mother did at her age. Although, admittedly, her mother had worse fashion sense than this particular girl, but then it was a later decade. Or millennium, because sometimes the girls swears that the clothes in old photos look far too old to be considered ‘hip’ in any part of this century.

    Her hair is a lighter blonde with darker highlights here and there, and has a natural wave to it that makes it really difficult to be able to get up and go in the mornings without it looking like some creature had attempted to nest in it. Kiska can sometimes be the girl that lets her hair get away from her for a day, though that’s certainly not a frequent occurrence. She has much too much fun curling it and fussing with it in the mornings to do nothing to it several days in a row. More often than not, her natural waves are enhanced with some form of curling method and her hair is down around her shoulders for the day. It comes to reach almost her lower back, and is in a perpetual need of a trimming. The fact that the girl is in her seventh and final year of Hogwarts makes it hard to find time to do things such as get her hair cut, in spite of the fact that she’s not academically inclined. And no, she won’t let her roommates or friends anywhere near her hair; every girl has her quirks and Kiska’s hair is not something that she’ll let others toy with in any way, shape, or form.

    Blue eyes are the most common color in the girl’s family, mixed in with green, and hers are of a very light shade. To note, they don’t make for peeling and slicing up onions very well for this reason, and yes, she’s tried – strangely enough, she had to spend one of her detentions peeling onion after onion after onion for the houseelves to use the next day. It was supposed to be ‘punishment,’ – no, it was worse than punishment. It was cruel and unusual. The petition that she had filed stating so afterwards hadn’t really picked up much steam, much to her dismay. But anyways… Her eyes have often been described to have a piercing quality to them, simply because of their color. And they often have a mischievous light glint dancing within them. Why shouldn’t they, anyhow? She’s young, vivacious…People that know her have yet to see a time where the light wasn’t dancing there, whether it was just barely there or very much alight with suspicious activity.

    The rest of her is what could best be described as average. She stands at an average height for a girl her age – five-four – and probably won’t be growing much more in her lifetime. Her limbs are slender and a bit gangly, as she does have some filling out to do, rather than hitting some growth spurt. But what sort of girl is all fully developed and ready to go for the rest of her life at seventeen, anyhow? As if to make up for the fact that she knows she has some little ways to go, her wardrobe is a collection of stuff. One day Kiss might feel as though a summer dress and belt is the perfect attire, and the next she might feel as though some ripped up jeans and a very bright off-the-shoulder top is just right. To say her wardrobe goes with her mood would be a vast understatement – it has been observed that she’s more cheerful when wearing a summer dress and far more sarcastic when wearing the jeans and top mentioned above.
Personality:
    There’s a certain cynicism in Kiska, one that has irked many of the people she’s come to meet in her life. It’s particularly evident when she’s a witness to young couples, nine times of ten her own age, where they claim to be “young and in love!” Her typical response? It won’t ever last. Quite the party-pooper, to say the least. Due to her older sisters’ issues when it comes to boys and love and that whole ball game, Kiska has never wanted to play. Never wanted to volunteer herself to take one for the team, or go up to bat. She’ll stay firmly on the sidelines, safely behind the fencing where she can’t get hit with a foul ball. Does Kiss think she’s missing out on much? Not likely. Her sisters all had problems and her mother had problems…No, she hasn’t had a reason to think “Oh, that’s really something I should consider as not being so bad.” Until someone can bring a valid argument to the table, she will shut them down and dismiss them with ease. And as she’s busy doing that, her natural sassiness comes out, the one that has landed her in a bit of trouble from time to time. Whether it be with professors or other people in general. Her comments are often flippant, not really meaning what they come across to. Although she has yet to give an apology for such a thing, and doesn’t intend on doing so anytime soon. And then, to be honest, there are other times where she means exactly what she’s said, exactly as it’s come across. Being blunt is a talent of hers.

    The girl is a flirt, to be sure. Now, no, the flirting has never traveled anywhere for her – love sucks and all that, remember? But it’s fun to do every now and again, and the boys always react to it well. Her social circle includes such boys that know her attitudes and know that flirting means nothing. And, if they don’t, the girl is quick to put them right in their place. Nothing past flirting, because that floats on dangerous territory. Territory that is, as of yet, uncharted. If Kiska could have it her way, it would be uncharted for the rest of her life. But flirting? It’s too much fun to swear off completely. If she wanted to do that, she would just become a nun. She would wear those little nun clothes – habits, they’re called? – and do her little nun duties and say her little nun prayers. Given that the lifestyle holds absolutely no appeal to Kiska, it’s not likely to happen. Ever.

    As you might have gathered, she’s prone to trouble. Whether it’s because she can’t quite keep her mouth shut or because she got into a fight with someone for doing something they ought not to have done, she’s done her share of detentions, had her share of rumors spreading around, and done her share of time in the hospital wing. “You should see the other guy,” she always says, and, indeed, you should. However, they’re often not worse-off than she might be. The rumors are nasty, vicious – the sort of rumors one would expect teenage girls to come up with simply because they could. Often, they’ve referred to vulgar acts that have not, of course, taken place at all. By this point, Kiska is bored with the lack of creativity; where’s the closet drug problem? The claims that she works the corner down by the Three Butterbeers? Extreme, sure, but much more exciting than saying she has slept with so and so.

    And so, the fact of the matter is, that much of this is all an act for the seventeen year old. She’s grown up watching her mother hurt, watching her sisters hurt, and watching her brother struggle. So of course there has to be one person in the family that refuses to let anything touch her, right? She adopted that role years ago and has stubbornly held onto it. In truth, she’s simply another teenage girl – she has all the same insecurities as anyone else does, she might have the same spats with her friends that other girls have, and she has the same curiosities about love and what’s so fantastic about it. As well as the desire to experience it someday. But that’s not something she will ever admit to, not even to herself.
Character Background:
    Anyone who can give birth to six children and still want more afterwards deserves the Mother of the Year Award for the rest of their lives. Or so Kiska has believed ever since she was old enough to understand that babies weren’t magically delivered by way of stork. “That would have been too easy,” her mother had told her time and time again, although there was usually a laugh along with it. Kiss, too, hadn’t been a difficult pregnancy, and her labor was expected to be easy, given that Wrieshka had experienced all of it before. However, her labor lasted quite long and she came out screaming. She was healthy, thank goodness, but her new-baby novelty wore off soon after she was brought home. New babies scream, yes, but new babies that are colicky are even less fun. Many sleepless nights – not only for her parents, but for most of the household – were spent by her cribside, swaddling and re-swaddling her in the hopes that it would soothe her. This subsided when she was about four months old, much to everyone’s delight.

    When she was just two, Kiska’s father passed away. She was too young to understand much of anything at the time, and too young to remember much about him. All she has are photographs and stories that her family tells her and although that was enough to sate her curiosity as a young child, she’s only recently grasped the concept of not having a fatherly figure in her life to look to. The closest thing she has is her brother, and she’ll be damned if she gives him that sort of authority; he already assumes he has it enough as it is. Since then, the family got along with help and support from each other, and it’s always been a generally happy household. But, as mentioned before, her sisters ran into trouble with boys and the like, causing the boy-complex Kiska seems to have today. Of course she loves her sisters to death, but she frequently finds herself wondering how they put themselves into stupid positions. They can’t all just happen, you know.

    It was no surprise for anyone when Kiska received her letter to Hogwarts when she turned eleven. Despite how expected it had been, her mind had been full of all the doubts little girls have about things they truly want – what if they couldn’t find her house? What if they delivered it to the wrong place? What if she didn’t get one at all? And even though she’d been constantly reassured, it wasn’t until that letter was in her hands that she rested easily.

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Name: Kiska Fayina Ferdenova
Age: Seventeen
Bloodline: Half-blood
Personality:
    The basis of Kiska’s personality is that she doesn’t like to be open to people, whether she is familiar with them or not. Even her closest friends have trouble drawing explanations or information out of her at times, something that can become quickly infuriating and is likely to make them take a break and walk away. Having grown up really only feeling like she can be open with her younger brother, it took a lot of chipping away to have another person enter that circle, and then another later on down the road. Being willing to open up to someone means exposing a vulnerability and can also give that person the ability to hurt you – whether it’s intentional or not. She’d rather feel in control of herself, of her emotions, and not be caught off guard by something another person does or by the feelings that they might evoke from her. That is not to say, however, that she is overly frosty to those that are within her inner circle or even those that she is just meeting for the first time. For those that are regarded to be her closer friends, the girl would do anything for. And those that she is less familiar with will often experience her more empathetic side, drawn out when someone is in distress.

    There exists a certain cynicism in Kiska when it comes to actual romantic relationships, something that has exasperated many that she has tried to talk to about it. She has never been in one, herself, and so it is easy to immediately prompt Well how do you know they’re not so great?, and it is an excellent question. The only way that the young woman has come to this conclusion is watching how her older sisters have handled themselves in their own relationships and none of them have set a shining example so far. There have been strings of boys for each of them, the relationships not lasting very long due to either the boy being a complete twit or to the sister in question being a twit. And by twit, you can infer that cheating or other manner of unpleasant things have occurred between both parties; none of them have brought home a traditionally ‘nice’ boy so far and so it is easy for Kiska to dismiss them as nonexistent. Now, yes, in the back of her mind, she can recognize that this is narrow-minded and untrue… but it’s really quite difficult to open up that mindset that would then also open you up to potentially getting hurt.

    So, with that being said, you would think that she wouldn’t have much of an interest in boys or anything to do with them. Surprisingly enough, this is not the case. Kiss does enjoy having a bit of fun with them, but the innocent type of fun. Flirting, perhaps casual dates… Nothing more complex or in-depth than that, because then it can spiral wildly out of control. But she feels confident in saying that there is little to no harm in flirting with them, or dancing with them when at a party or school event. Of course, Kiss isn’t discriminatory in who she might turn the charm on to at times – this might have landed her into a bit of a spat once or twice with a girl that she was not even aware existed. Trouble, though, is not something foreign to her; mischief should also be part of her middle name, as she has gotten up to a great deal of it in her seventeen years. Pranks are a pastime that the girl enjoys engaging in, though they do become less frequent as she grows older. Perhaps just another casualty of actually growing up.

    There isn’t too much that can make this young woman feel a little rattled, but you’ve got her in a corner if you ask about her plans for the future. Save for her love of cooking, there was not much she was interested in that was encouraged as she was growing up – her affinity for animals was put down often because not only did her mother hold allergies, but one of her sisters did as well. Spending time with the class pets was about as much exposure as she was able to get to them, right up until that moment that her foot crossed onto Hogwarts’ grounds. Then there were all manner of magical beings and a whole library full of more information on them. Kiss is a voracious reader, but had never been overly interested in anything truly technical or informational until suddenly all of these new creatures were a part of her world, something she could touch and learn and see and work with. Her favorite class quickly became Care of Magical Creatures for this reason; interacting with the animals could be easy, or it could be challenging, or it could leave you will a sense of accomplishment if you were helping them overcome an injury.

    It is typically when she is stuck on the train of thought about her future that her thoughts escape, her, most inconveniently during a conversation that she’s holding with another person. They always do come back around to the here and now almost right away, but then her words tend to come out in a tumble over each other when her thoughts cease and it comes time to address the present. Other times, her thoughts will actually make their way into sentences that leave her without her full consent behind them – that is, they haven’t actually formed a cohesive sentence in spite of making perfect sense in her head. It is those instances, too, where her words begin to tumble over each other, an apology or explanation or dismissal quick to follow so whomever she is conversing with doesn’t have much time to dwell on what has been said. When they have time to dwell, her carefully constructed barriers have time to be inspected more closely than she would like.
Appearance:
    Kiska’s appearance is a bit at-odds with the personality that is tucked beneath. Most first impressions of just her appearance tend to be that the girl is of the more demure mindset and this could not be farther from the truth. A lot of her features are inherited from the generations of her family before her and she knows that she looks just as her mother did at her age, moreso than her sisters ever had at seventeen. They all do share that hair that gets lighter in the summer and darker in the winter, though that is typically natural for most anyone that spends time in the sun when the weather is cooperative. But the color and shape of her eyes are identical to that of her mother’s and, secretly, this is something that actually fills her with a touch of pride.

    Blonde hair runs in Kiska’s family, so it is only fitting that she have it as well. Amongst her sisters and mother, it is typically long and often unmanageable due to the natural wave that it has making it near impossible to just get up and go out of bed in the mornings. There are some of those lucky days where she is able to let it go – someone smiled kindly upon her in the night and the natural wave didn’t get too terribly mangled upon her pillow as she slept. For the most part, though, this is not the case and it requires attention in the mornings, attention Kiss is certainly willing to give. More often than not, the waves are enhanced with some sort of curling method – and oh how much better a wand is than the curling iron she has to use when at her house over the summers – and she lets it hang loose over her shoulders. Most recently, the young woman has been toying more with the length; it typically hangs lower down her back, but shorter lengths are something she has been exploring as of late. Still possessing mixed feelings on it, she is consistently grateful for the wonders of magic.

    With the lighter hair running in the family, so, too, do lighter eyes. Kiss’s are a bright blue that are always expressive, even when she doesn’t intend for them to be so readable. They darken when she’s angered or frustrated, and lighten with a gleam when she’s happy or has a thought; now whether that thought is a good one or just one that is for something mischief-related is irrelevant, as both are good. In any case, her eyes can easily betray her emotions, too, even when she’s attempting to mask them. Unquestionably, this is a source of frustration for her. They indicate sadness or feeling hurt very well, better than she would like given the fact that she’s of the feeling that either of those emotions are her business and not that of anybody else’s. Any attempt that has been made so far to actually conceal the very real feelings she has have been unsuccessful, and not for a sincere lack of trying.

    Her build and height are best described as average for her age, with her height perhaps being just a smidge shorter than her peers, standing at five-four. It is unlikely that she will grow much taller in her lifetime and the young woman has already started to come to peace with it. The only inconvenience it has posed for her so far is in the kitchen where the taller shelves are harder to reach – and it is those shelves that typically hold the better mixing bowls… At any rate, there is some filling out that still needs to be done, as she is only seventeen; growing into herself is just part of the process and not many people are fully developed and ready to go on the rest of their lives looking that way at that age anyhow. Her wardrobe, though, sometimes works in her favor for making her appear on the older side of the spectrum with fashionable layers or currently on-trend styles. Other times, though, it would not be able to escape notice that she is a teenage girl, between the yoga pants and distressed jeans and love of mascara.
Character Background:
    The second youngest in a family with six children, Kiss will always have a hard time understanding the appeal of a large family. Her mother had always wanted one, though, and she and her father were all too happy to set about working on that task. To have six children, though, all delivered naturally was no small feat and something Kiss came to be impressed by when she grew old enough to understand that the stork was not actually a thing in spite of being quite convenient. There was nothing convenient about the way that their fifth child came into the world – a long labor, a lot of screaming, and a lot of sleepless nights after they were able to bring her home. The fussiness would wear off eventually, but not until she was about four months old and by this time, the Ferdenovas already knew they had another one on the way.

    When she was just two, Kiska’s father passed away. Too young to understand much of anything that was happening at the time, and much too young to remember solid memories of him later on as she grew, all the girl has are photographs and stories that her mother has always been happy to share. While these stories worked as surrogate memories when she was young, they did not work nearly so well as she grew to be a young woman who was slowly getting able to grasp the concept of not having a fatherly figure in her life, of not having that person to look to for an example of how a man, not a boy, should behave. This, too, likely contributes to her unwillingness to consider a romantic relationship of any kind.

    Adding to that unwilling feeling are the girl’s sisters. There is a six-year age gap between the middlemost child, Celia, and Kiska; as such, she was often excluded from the activities her older sisters would get up to. Because of this, she would spend much time with her younger brother, the two of them sharing a close bond by the time they entered their teenage years. It was because they grew close and would perform activities together that Kiss was able to observe her sisters and their behaviors, the ways they would manipulate and toy with boys. Given their individual personalities, they each ended up in Slytherin and, looking back on her childhood, she could see why. The boys that they kept around were of the rough and rowdy cut and as mentioned above, they were not a shining example of a decent person to have about. It was by watching the interactions between them all that assisted in the development of those walls as a means of protection – she would never be so easily manipulated as her sisters and boyfriends alike had been.

    There was one thing, though, that she was looking forward to sharing alongside her sisters that she knew they would not be able to take away – her letter to Hogwarts. Patiently over the summer of her eleventh year, Kiska waited, and waited, and waited some more. As a child’s mind does, it jumped ahead and came up with all the worries and possible ways that the letter might not make it to her house; what if the owl went to the wrong place? What if some silly Muggle had shot it down or something? What if they didn’t have her address quite right, in spite of delivering there four times already….? Anxiety gnawed at the young girl until that very day where they were all gathered around the table for breakfast and an owl came careening in, causing a bit of a mess, with the letter clasped in its beak.

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Name: Kiska Fayina Alexeeva Ferdenova
Age: Seventeen
Bloodline: Half-Blood
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At the core of Kiska’s personality lies her desire to keep her innermost thoughts and feelings closed off from other people, regardless of whether she is familiar with them or not. Having that willingness to open up to someone means exposing vulnerabilities and can give someone the ability to hurt you, whether it is intentional or not. There are times where her closest friends have some issues drawing more detailed explanations from her, something that can quickly become a source of frustration and later becomes the cause of reconciliation between them. While she has a hard time adequately describing what she’s thinking, there is that innate human desire not to be alone and the sight of a friend walking away is not a welcome one and is something that will prompt an apology. Her apologies are of the non-traditional variety, to be certain, but they do come with a lot of meaning if you know more about the young woman’s background. See, growing up, making food was the way to display comfort, support, and love for a family member as well as bring everyone all together at one table. And so, when the young woman is concerned that she might have offended or otherwise hurt someone she cares about, it is with food that she attempts to make her apologies before anything is verbalized. It is the actions like these that may speak larger volumes that fumbling words would struggle to.

As you might have guessed, Kiss likes feeling in control of her emotions and doesn’t enjoy being caught off guard by something another person may do or by the feelings they might evoke from her. Surprises are something that she didn’t respond well to in her younger years, even if they were for unexpected gifts or events she wanted to attend; her excitement did not match what had been expected, something that slowly changed as the girl grew older. What hasn’t changed in the surprise respect is feeling frightened – Kiska will never be able to understand the thrill that some people seem to get from being scared. Growing up, and even now as a young adult, Halloween was the girl’s least favorite time of year because of how easily startling her can be done.  And when you also consider that magic can further amplify and sophisticate tricks… well, she does not enjoy any part of it. The list of things that make her feet fear are not widespread and are pretty standard: spiders, snakes, heights, hippogriffs… Nothing too outlandish that might cause you to take pause and say You’re afraid of what? Maybe that last one might, but have you actually seen a hippogriff? There’s a lot to keep track of and then, of course, they fly.

When she was a younger girl, it was really only her brother that she felt she could be closer to and share things with. Since her first year at Hogwarts, however, that little circle did expand slowly to include others. The most notable inclusion is a Ravenclaw by the name of Liam Andrews, one of her closest friends, whom she had first met in their first year. As the two advanced in Hogwarts together, they were most inseparable during their younger years and are still quite close even now. Having grown up within these walls together, the two have come to a simple understanding of the other’s emotions without the need to speak them and this is a comfort that Kiska truly values. It’s a hard concept for her to grasp, however, that she could have this kind of understanding with another person if only she were truly willing to open up to them. Her first meetings with others are typically of an average variety with some glaring exceptions thrown in; they are usually casual, polite meetings while she’s testing the waters of what the person might be like and they are doing the same with her. In recent memory, there isn’t a time where the girl has been outright rude to another because of the knowledge that this is something her mother and even Liam would frown upon and could potentially harbor feelings of disappointment for. Her mother has always been a prominent figure in her life, leaving disappointment as something classified as Not An Option, and so Kiss tries to be pleasant and let the conversation take her and another down whatever path it may take.

There are some instances where the meetings are anything but traditional and it is there that a more tender, empathetic side will make its appearance. Deep down, Kiss genuinely does have that heart of gold, and she isn’t above helping someone that needs it. Friends are helped without question, and strangers are helped with minimal hesitation. Not too many questions are asked of the other person when a situation would arise where assistance is necessary, for Kiss well enough understands that it can be hard to actually ask for help and doesn’t enjoy doing it herself. Details of the circumstances are not always a prerequisite for her to lend a hand, but it is hard for her curiosity to be sated without at least asking the standard What happened? and Why? These questions are not always met with answers, of course, in spite of repeated attempts to draw them out. When they are answered and more insight as to the person she is try to assist slowly comes forth, it does help to ease any walls that she might be harboring at the time as well. It’s hard to keep guarded around someone who is opening up to you about something that is either mildly or deeply personal, after all. And the more that someone is willing to share with her, the easier it becomes for Kiss to respond in kind.

It becomes different, though, if more romantic feelings become involved. When it comes to relationships and anything surrounding emotional and physical intimacy with someone, a certain cynicism springs forth from the girl. That cynicism has exasperated several and is sure to exasperate several more – she has never been in a relationship, so what makes her think she could understand the various ins and outs of them in such a way that she would never want to participate? It stems from growing up with her older sisters and seeing the way that each handled themselves and handled their relationships; that is to say, in her opinion, her sisters had awful taste and the boys they brought around the house and interacted with were leeches of men. Each of the other four girls had a string of boys, none of the relationships ever lasting any substantial amount of time, and it was very easy to dismiss a Nice Guy as one that did not really exist. Now, though, in being older and seeing the way her sisters have each – with the exception of Misja – found a spouse and have started a family, that narrow-mindedness she’d once held is broadening.  There are Nice Guys out there, but you also have to be a person that would draw such a person to you.

Kiska’s standby, when she grew a little older to actually hold any sort of interest in boys, has been to casually flirt. The back and forth banter is fun and sometimes challenging, if the back and forth is shared with someone who actually possesses a bit of wit. But that is all the farther she has been willing to let it go – again, due to the narrow-minded view she has been harboring since she was a young girl. Sharing yourself with someone involves sharing all of those innermost thoughts and feelings, opening yourself up and becoming vulnerable with a person puts you on display and available for rejection – a scary notion for most and certainly one for this girl.  As the idea of a relationship continues to be something that stirs in the back of her mind, however, her resistance to them is slowly ebbing away; it’s easier to let yourself get lost in the thought of sharing yourself with a boy you’ve known for a long time, or a stranger that has a habit of catching you because you’re clumsy, or one that has a wit that can match your own, when you aren’t constantly trying to remind yourself that relationships are not something you’re supposed to want.

Her other standbys, in terms of hobbies and general interests, are not of a range that would suggest to someone she has worldly or well-rounded interests, but they are interests that the girl thoroughly enjoys.  Cooking and baking, for more than just as a way to express an apology to another person, has always been something she has enjoyed spending her afternoons doing. She started young in the kitchen, helping her mother to make meals or snacks and treats. All that the young woman presently knows is due to the knowledge that has been passed to her and it continues to be a way that she likes to unwind from time to time – whether it’s through making a recipe that is very familiar and requires little thought, or whether it is experimenting with various ingredients to make something completely new. One thing that Kiss has not yet been able to master is containing the mess she makes when putting something together; nearly every spoon available in the kitchen gets used, nearly every bowl is in the sink after containing one thing or another, and a floury or sugary trail is left behind on the counters. Progress has been made, but it’s only marginally better after so many years.

One trait that seems to not have been inherited from anyone actually living in her household is the love the girl possesses of reading. With that love, you would assume that she would have had an active interest in all of her classes from day one but such is not the case. Kiska enjoys reading for pleasure, not for purpose, across most genres; sci-fi fantasy crossovers are something that are still difficult for her to digest. Historical fiction remains a solid favorite, her preferred book that is well-worn from use being Gone with the Wind. It is funny that the protagonist is a headstrong, determined woman and that there’s underlying strains of romance throughout the novel, right? At any rate, the girl has a penchant for the novels that are set back in the Tudor era England – the scandals and intrigue that surround that period of history will be forever fascinating. Too bad this interest is not something that would apply to aid her in her studies; perhaps with History of Magic, but it takes a bit of work to get her fully engrossed into that class… amongst others, too. The one class she truly excels in would be Care of Magical Creatures, surely attributed to her interest in animals and their behaviors. This interest that she has always held was put down often when she was younger, due to the allergies that her mother and one of her sisters possessed. Class pets were all the more exposure Kiss was able to gain to them, right up until the moment she had set foot on Hogwarts grounds. All at once, there were all manner of other magical beings and a vast library full of information right at her fingertips. There was so much to learn, and it was thrilling.

It was also something that her father had held an interest in, too, turning it into a successful career as a Magizoologist. This is something that Kiska considers more all the time and has been looking further into in terms of what requirements will ultimately need to be met. She likes to fancy that there isn’t too much that can make her feel rattled, but you will find you have her in a corner if you inquire as to her plans for her future. With graduation looming ever closer, the girl places increasingly more pressure on herself to get it together and make up for the years she spent ignoring classes and most responsibility. Most of the time when her train of thought is on her future and what she might be considering as something she would want to achieve, it is those times that her thoughts escape and meander; sometimes, directly in the middle of a conversation with another person. They do come back around to the here and now almost right away, but then Kiska’s words tend to come out in a tumble and a rush when her thoughts are interrupted and it comes time to address the present. Oftentimes, a swift dismissal and apology will follow so whomever she is conversing with doesn’t have much time to dwell on what has been said. When they have time to mull it over, her carefully constructed barriers have time to be inspected more closely than she would like.
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Kiska’s appearance could be considered a bit at-odds with the personality that sits tucked away underneath. Most first impressions based on just her appearance alone tend to be that the girl may be of the more demure mindset when, at this point, we know that is farther from the truth. Naturally, her features are inherited from the generations of her family before her, and she knows that she looks just as her mother did at her age. Moreso, even, than any of her sisters had and this is something that secretly fills Kiss with a bit of pride as another, more subliminal, way that enables her to feel close to her mother. Between the six Ferdenova women, they share almost identical features with enough nuances among them that each is unmistakable in their own way.  They all share the same blonde hair with varying shades and lengths that gets lighter in the summer and darker in the winter, though that is typical for most anyone that spends time in the sun when the weather is cooperative and enjoyable. And they all share lighter colors in their eyes, some possessing shades of blue and other shades of green. Demetri would be the one glaring exception, taking after their father with his roguish brown hair and brown eyes.

The women all share the blonde hair that can sometimes be completely unmanageable in the mornings, a problem that Kiska has not been lucky enough to escape. Her hair has a natural wave to it, making it more difficult than it really ought to be to tame some mornings, and those mornings where it actually sits nice and looks presentable without much fuss are a rare blessing. Because those natural good hair days are rare, most of her other mornings require giving it special attention, attention that Kiss is more than willing to give. She thoroughly enjoys attempting different styles and ways of doing it as well as using magic to her advantage – it is so convenient and it was always a relief to be able to use it when back at Hogwarts every September. Now that she is of age and can use magic whenever she chooses, her proficiency with an array of spells to curl and straighten and slick and put up has progressed to a more advanced state and helps to cut down on prep time in the mornings. A fantastic benefit, since Kiss does enjoy her sleep.

As mentioned, lighter eyes run in the family and Kiss’s are no exception. Hers are a bright blue that are always expressive, even when she doesn’t intend for them to be so readable. They darken when she’s angered or frustrated with something, and lighten with a gleam when she’s happy or has a thought or an idea. In most cases, her eyes can easily betray the emotions she’s actually feeling versus what she’s actually saying and letting another person see in a conversation. Unquestionably, this is a source of frustration for the girl as she has yet to discover a way to prevent this from happening, and not for a sincere lack of trying. They have a tendency to indicate sadness or feeling hurt very well, better than would be preferred given that either of those emotions should be her business and hers alone. In spite of the frustration she sometimes feels with her eyes, Kiss does consider them her best feature and enjoys dressing it up with the aid of makeup – most days have a natural approach, some fun with eyeliner thrown in, and other days are more smoky days. As it turns out, getting that perfect smoky gaze is a lot harder than tutorials would have you believe.

Her build and height would best be described as average for her age, with her height standing at an unremarkable five-five and her overall build being slender. It is unlikely that there will be any chance of growing taller in her lifetime, but it is not something that troubles Kiss; the only mild inconvenience she has faced so far would be the need to climb onto countertops to reach that very top shelf that has that perfect mixing bowl with the proper depth… At any rate, there is some filling out that still needs to be done, as she is only seventeen; growing into herself is just part of the process and not many people are fully developed and ready to go for the rest of their lives looking the way they do at this age anyhow. Still, there is nothing that holds Kiss back from carrying herself with a lift in her shoulders from day to day, trying to ride that fine line between approachable and possessing some confidence. Slumping over only aids in making her feel further down with herself on those days where a bad mood is imminent and so she consciously attempts to avoid doing so.

The way she dresses does typically work in her favor for making her appear older than her actual years, a mix of fashionable layers or on-trend styles. She likes a healthy mix of dresses and pants, dresses a more popular pick in the spring and summer months and usually in lighter shades with a cardigan thrown on top. Pants are the preference in the fall and winter, usually paired with an off-the-shoulder top and in corresponding fall colors such as burgundy, navy, or gold. Her accessories are kept to a minimum, always including cute shoes and sometimes a necklace. Most days, her neck is kept bare with the only jewelry worn being the two studs she has in each ear.

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Aleksei Mirek Tolyich Ferdenov was the first son born to Mirek Andrei Andreevich and Natalya Marianna Borisovich Ferdenova, a Russian family steeped in the Pureblood ways associated to a family with a healthy fortune available to them. They would go on to try and instill these ways and values into their son and, later, daughter so that they would continue to uphold family honor and, in turn, implant these traits into their own offspring. The behaviors that they worked hard to bring out into Aleksei, however, never manifested in the way that they wanted – he did not seem overly proud of his heritage or fortune or the way that his parents carried on and presented themselves in social circles. Instead, he was that boy that rode horses for sport rather than appearance and spent time being more rough and tumble than polished and proper. The only source of pride that Aleksei was aware of bringing to his parents was the way he excelled in his studies and in schooling, achieving high marks consistently, even during the transition period when his parents moved the family to Britain. They were not keen on letting him attend Hogwarts – their preference having been Durmstrang, where apparently less “riffraff” would be mingled with – but an opportunity had presented itself for his father in the Ministry’s International Magical Cooperation department, an opportunity with compensation the family did not want to pass.

While at Hogwarts, Aleksei was dubbed a Ravenclaw and continued to excel in his studies, shining in Care of Magical Creatures and letting that quickly become his passion. For him, there was no question what was coming after Hogwarts – everything he had been working for was to become a Magizoologist that would be able to travel and see the various magical creatures that the world had to offer. With grand plans for his career, there was little thought as to the possibility of a family any time soon for him. It was a far off thought, something there would be time for later on down the road. That changed swiftly – and in perhaps the cheesiest way possible – when he bumped into Nadia Popov at a corner café one morning before work. It was cliché and something that seemed terribly inconsequential, but love stories don’t need grand beginnings to be something truly magical.

Nadia Sasha Kuzmich Popova was a Muggle that had recently moved from Russia, a single woman just under twenty years old that was attending the University of Notre Dame for history. It was a major that her parents did not understand, having wanted their daughter to be something more impressive such as a doctor or a lawyer or something of equivalent status; the grades she had achieved while working through her schooling had been impressive enough for both and so it was natural that they should have high hopes for her. While growing up, however, Nadia’s interest had been history and she had taken as many classes as she was able to always learn more. Constantly under the thumb of parents that wanted her to do much more, Nadia was eager to break away and took the opportunity to study abroad the moment it was presented to her. As with Aleksei, nothing in regards to starting a family had ever crossed her mind until that day she met the man with perfectly disheveled dark hair and dark eyes that were alight with hidden mischief.

Their romance was swift, and they married after just a year of being together; he was twenty-three, and she had just turned twenty. Aleksei’s performance in his position swiftly enabled him to begin that travel to study creatures that he had so eagerly been waiting for but, with a new wife, the young couple had some agreements they needed to come to. After many discussions, they decided they would travel and share those experiences together rather than spend the time apart – and so, Nadia withdrew from university and put her partially completed degree on hold.

It would be four years later that their family would really start taking shape. All of their daughters were born in Britain, taking a brief repose from Aleksei’s trips, with Alexandra being the oldest. Misja would follow a year later, followed by Daina the year after that. Tatiana would come two years later and both Aleksei and Nadia agreed upon a few things: one, that four children would be more than enough for them and two, Nadia would no longer join him on his trips abroad to study. Taking the children had grown difficult as their number grew and now that they were approaching school-age, it was time to establish their roots so that there was no further moving around and eliminate the fear of the children adapting. It was a difficult for the couple that was still young and very much enjoyed all of the time that they had spent together and all of the experiences they had shared. It was hard, those first few years, when Aleksei would bid his family goodbye and Nadia would wish him well before he was off again. As you can imagine, their reunions were spirited and loving, and it was in this way that the family found themselves again expanding.

Kiska Fayina Alexeeva Ferdenova would become the second youngest in their family, born seven years after Tatiana, with Demetri Aleksei following in the next year and being as unexpected as Kiska had been. Of the six Ferdenov children, Kiss would be the only one to be born in Russia, having arrived two months earlier than anticipated while the family was visiting Nadia’s parents. The labor her mother went through for her, the young woman has been told time and time again, was not an easy one – it had apparently been long and, in spite of being early, Kiss was very noisy. Aleksei doted more on Kiska than he had his other daughters, perhaps because there had been moments of uncertainty as to her health while Nadia was in labor, a nugget of information Kiss still keeps locked away deeply within herself even to this day. Her fussiness would wear off before she hit six months, at the very least, and by this point the Ferdenov family knew they had another one on the way.

Shortly after Demetri was born and Aleksei had gone on another trip, Nadia received a courtesy visit from a Ministry official. He pulled her away, separate from all of the curious children, to let her know that there had been an accident and Aleksei had passed. He had been studying the aggressive Chinese Fireballs in Asia and had been involved in an accident that claimed both his life and the lives of several others. It was hard for her to grasp that his charming smile would never again greet her or their family as he crossed the threshold into their home, and harder still for her to fathom how to explain that to her children, the eldest only being thirteen at the time. Not only that, but there would be two that would have no memories of him and the man he had been, something Kiska is sure still tugs at her mother’s heartstrings today. It would also be time for Nadia to return to schooling, too, for she now had six mouths to feed and support. With the aid of neighbors that had become close as well as coworkers of Aleksei’s that were very supportive, coupled with a pension from his position and odd jobs as a house cleaner, she was able to take courses to become a nurse and was certified by the time Kiska turned six.

All Kiss has now of her father are pictures. Pictures, and stories that her mother is always willing to share with them no matter how many times it has been retold. While they worked adequately as surrogate memories when she was young, they did not work nearly so well as Kiss grew to be a young woman who was slowly getting able to grasp the concept of not having a fatherly figure in her life, of not having that person to look to for an example of how a man, not a boy, should behave. Of how, sometimes, a woman should just be wrapped up in a hug with no need for words. There would be countless times that Kiss would try to do this for her mother and, as Demetri grew older, he would come to do the same, attempting to take on the responsibility as the man of the house onto his little shoulders. It is this absence of that role model for that specific role that likely contributes to the hesitation Kiss feels today in terms of romance; her mother did not remarry or even date after her father’s passing, the only example being passed down to her being the example her sisters provided.

Due to the age gap between her and the rest of her sisters, Kiska would often find herself excluded, deemed “too little” for the activities they got up to together. Her first and closest friend would become Demetri, a close bond that still exists in present day. They would get up to mischief and play pretend and all manner of other activities together, their most favorite being to play in the treehouse that Aleksei had constructed in their backyard when their family was first starting. He was of the average handy type, the treehouse being primarily put up and built with magic. While their older sisters didn’t find nearly as much enjoyment with space, perhaps not even setting foot within it once, Kiska and Demetri would spend countless afternoons out there – guarding it from dragons, playing hide and seek… The make believe things that children would get up to on a regular basis. It was also a wonderful quiet space when Kiss wanted time to herself to read whatever book she had picked up that week. The treehouse would hold many fond memories for her and is still one of her favorite places to be, even as it grows harder to make herself fit into the opening that had once been cut for a much smaller version of herself.

While there are many differences between the Ferdenov girls, there was one thing Kiss was very much looking forward to sharing with them – her letter to Hogwarts. The summer of her eleventh year felt the longest to Kiska, every day being one that she actually woke early to greet, waiting for that owl that would appear in their window, the envelope with all of the information she would need clasped within its beak. Having not displayed anything that would blatantly indicate she had a magical presence, there was fear that stirred within her chest and grew larger every day that passed without that letter appearing. Nadia constantly tried to comfort her with the light admonishment to wait until her birthday later in July, just wait and it would arrive… But waiting for anything for an extended period of time would sound like an eternity to a ten year old. By the time her eleventh birthday did roll around, Kiss had not slept a wink that night and quickly padded down to their kitchen, waiting for that owl to come. And, finally, he did.

It was finally her turn to have her own spellbooks and robes, even if they were hand-me-downs. It was time for her to get to experience all of the wonder and literal magic that would be being a student at Hogwarts. Her sisters were swift to fill her head with stories, some ringing of truth and others of pure fantasy, as to what she should expect in her years as a student. The Forest was forbidden, except when you were in detention and had to go out with the gamekeeper to collect something or another. The one floor was off-limits to students, and yet students were still able to wander there anyways… It was hard to discern truth between the stories her sisters filled her head with, but they could not dissipate the excitement the eleven year old Kiska harbored to have her own wand and perform spells and magic and do all of these things she had read witches and wizards could do.

The most nerve-wracking part for her would be the Sorting Ceremony, apparently an extensive test that everyone took to be admitted as a student while seated in some place called the Great Hall. If you failed, you were not allowed to attend Hogwarts and would be sent back on the train that same night. Imagine Kiska’s surprise when she and all the other first years arrived to the castle to find that it was nothing more than a professor placing an old hat upon your head, at which point it seemed to reflect on your innermost thoughts and desires before decreeing which House you belonged to. The House she would spend the next seven years as being a part of would turn out to be Gryffindor, a wide smile and a puff of pride filling her chest as that table cheered while she quickly climbed down from the stool to join the rest of her new Housemates.

Her first year was a whirlwind of new experiences and learning a great majority of what her sisters had told her had been entirely false. It was also full of new friendships, striking up a close bond with a fellow Gryffindor named JR and a Ravenclaw named Liam. They would become an inseparable trio, mischievous being an apt term to use to describe them. But they genuinely enjoyed each other’s company as they shared classes, got into trouble, and shared detentions with one another. Their friendship would continue to grow and strengthen as they grew older and sure, there were squabbles in between, but they were always resolved. Things were different, though, when they returned for their fifth year. Something had changed in JR and, without rhyme or reason, he distanced himself from the other two. Almost seemed to pretend they no longer existed, unless it was necessary to interact in classes. This rift continues even now, in their seventh and final year, and remains a source of frustration for Kiska. Recent run-ins with the Gryffindor boy have not yet been successful in getting him to open or soften up, or perhaps even offer an explanation as to what caused the very sudden, drastic, change.

In terms of her classes, Kiska did not take them very seriously in her previous six years, instead skipping in lieu of finding something more fun to get up to or even just to sleep in. It was difficult for them to grasp at her immediate interest, with the exception of Care of Magical Creatures of course, and so for obvious reasons, she has not done well in them. It wasn’t until her seventh year began that it began to dawn on the lioness that she would need to make some sort of change to actually make something of herself. Most of her sisters had followed the same path, not doing well in their classes when they attended because their attention was otherwise occupied; without fully realizing, Kiss had done the same. In her effort to remain different from the lot of them, she hadn’t noticed that she was still so similar in many ways.

And so, as of late, her studies have become much more critical to advancing into… something. Magizoology is very much on her mind, but Kiska needs to obtain better marks to get that to happen. Her essays have been on point, concise when necessary and far more detailed with much more effort put into them than she had ever attempted to before. It has taken Liam’s support to bring her up to speed on things that she has let slip and as a secondary set of eyes to make sure that the work she is turning in will actually earn that mark she needs. Forever present in the back of her mind, however, is still that thought that wonders what good a great mark on a test does once you’re out in the real world – it won’t make your coworkers or boss like you more, it won’t help you to actually outperform a workplace rival… And it wouldn’t save you in a life or death moment with a Chinese Fireball.

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Name:Kiska Fayina Aleexeva Ferdenova
Age: Seventeen
Bloodline: Half-Blood

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At the core of Kiska’s personality lies her desire to keep her innermost thoughts and feelings closed off from other people, regardless of whether she is familiar with them or not. Having that willingness to open up to someone means exposing vulnerabilities and can give someone the ability to hurt you, whether it is intentional or not. There are times where her closest friends have some issues drawing more detailed explanations from her, something that can quickly become a source of frustration and later becomes the cause of reconciliation between them. While she has a hard time adequately describing what she’s thinking, there is that innate human desire not to be alone and the sight of a friend walking away is not a welcome one and is something that will prompt an apology. Her apologies are of the non-traditional variety, to be certain, but they do come with a lot of meaning if you know more about the young woman’s background. How so? Her apologies typically include food of varying varieties, based upon what the recipient may like. You see, growing up, making food was the way to display comfort, support, and love for a family member as well as bring everyone all together at one table. And so, when the young woman is concerned that she might have offended or otherwise hurt someone she cares about, it is with food that she attempts to make her apologies before anything is verbalized. It is the actions like these that may speak larger volumes that fumbling words would struggle to.

As you might have guessed, Kiss likes feeling in control of her emotions and doesn’t enjoy being caught off guard by something another person may do or by the feelings they might evoke from her. Surprises are something that she didn’t respond well to in her younger years, even if they were for unexpected gifts or events she wanted to attend; her excitement did not match what had been expected, something that slowly changed as the girl grew older. What hasn’t changed in the surprise respect is feeling frightened – Kiska will never be able to understand the thrill that some people seem to get from being scared. Growing up, and even now as a young adult, Halloween was the girl’s least favorite time of year because of how easily startling her can be done.  And when you also consider that magic can further amplify and sophisticate tricks… well, she does not enjoy any part of it. The list of things that make her feet fear are not widespread and are pretty standard: spiders, snakes, heights, hippogriffs… Nothing too outlandish that might cause you to take pause and say You’re afraid of what? Maybe that last one might, but have you ever actually been face to face with a hippogriff? There’s a lot of talons and a pretty big beak to keep track of and then, of course, they can fly and strike from above if that suits their fancy.

When she was a younger girl, it was only her brother that she felt she could be closer to and share things with. Since her first year at Hogwarts, however, that little circle did expand slowly to include others. With those she is closest to, there is the ability to come to a simple understanding with that person and their emotions without the need to verbalize them and vice versa – an ability and comfort that Kiska truly values in those she shares it with. It does take some time to get to this stage, as her unwillingness to let people in on those private thoughts has a tendency to get in the way, though has improved with her age. Her first meetings with others used to be a test of the waters with them while trying to decide if they were someone that she felt that maybe one day she could share secrets with. Nowadays, she is much more open to meeting different types of people and being less analytical of who they may be as a person – she enjoys making new acquaintances and friends and likes letting those relationships flow and ebb and develop however they are meant to go.

There are some instances where the meetings are anything but traditional and it is there that a more tender, empathetic side will make its appearance. Deep down, Kiss genuinely does have that heart of gold and she isn’t above helping someone that needs it. Friends are helped without question, and strangers are helped with minimal hesitation. Not too many questions are asked of the other person when a situation would arise where assistance is necessary, for Kiss well enough understands that it can be hard to actually ask for help and doesn’t enjoy doing it herself. Details of the circumstances are not always a prerequisite for her to lend a hand, but it is hard for her curiosity to be sated without at least asking the standard What happened? and Why? These questions are not always met with answers, of course, in spite of repeated attempts to draw them out. When they are answered and more insight as to the person she is trying to assist slowly comes forth, it does help to ease any walls that she might be harboring at the time as well. It’s hard to keep guarded around someone who is opening up to you about something that is either mildly or deeply personal, after all. And the more that someone is willing to share with her, the easier it becomes for Kiss to respond in kind.

It becomes different, though, if more romantic feelings become involved. When it comes to relationships and anything surrounding emotional and physical intimacy with someone, a certain cynicism springs forth from the girl. That cynicism has exasperated several and is sure to exasperate several more – she has never been in a relationship, so what makes her think she could understand the various ins and outs of them in such a way that she would never want to participate? It stems from growing up with her older sisters and seeing the way that each handled themselves and handled their relationships; that is to say, in her opinion, her sisters had awful taste and the boys they brought around the house and interacted with were leeches of men. Each of the other four girls would bring different types of individuals to the house, none of the relationships ever managing to last any substantial amount of time, and it was very easy to dismiss a Nice Guy as one that did not really exist. Now, though, in being older and seeing the way her sisters have each – with the exception of Misja – found a spouse and have started a family, that narrow-mindedness she’d once held is broadening.  There are Nice Guys out there, but you also have to be a person that would draw such a person to you.

Kiska’s standby, when she grew a little older to actually hold any sort of interest in boys, has been to casually flirt. The back and forth banter is fun and sometimes challenging, if the back and forth is shared with someone who actually possesses a bit of wit. But that is all the farther she has been willing to let it go – again, due to the narrow-minded view she has been harboring since she was a young girl. Sharing yourself with someone involves sharing all of those innermost thoughts and feelings, opening yourself up and becoming vulnerable with a person puts you on display and available for rejection – a scary notion for most and certainly one for this girl.  As the idea of a relationship continues to be something that stirs in the back of her mind, however, her resistance to them is slowly ebbing away; it’s easier to let yourself get lost in the thought of sharing yourself with a boy you’ve known for a long time, or a stranger that has a habit of catching you because you’re clumsy, or one that has a wit that can match your own, when you aren’t constantly trying to remind yourself that relationships are not something you’re supposed to want.

Her other standbys, in terms of hobbies and general interests, are not of a range that would suggest to someone she has worldly or well-rounded interests, but they are interests that the girl thoroughly enjoys.  Cooking and baking, for more than just a way to express an apology to another person, has always been something she has enjoyed spending her afternoons doing. She started young in the kitchen, helping her mother to make meals or snacks and treats. All that the young woman presently knows is due to the knowledge that has been passed to her and it continues to be a way that she likes to unwind from time to time – whether it’s through making a recipe that is very familiar and requires little thought, or whether it is experimenting with various ingredients to make something completely new. One thing that Kiss has not yet been able to master is containing the mess she makes when putting something together; nearly every spoon available in the kitchen gets used, nearly every bowl is in the sink after containing one thing or another, and a floury or sugary trail is left behind on the counters. Progress has been made, but it’s only marginally better after so many years.

One trait that seems to not have been inherited from anyone actually living in her household is the love the girl possesses of reading. With that love, you would assume that she would have had an active interest in all of her classes from day one, but such is not the case. Kiska enjoys reading for pleasure, not for purpose, across most genres; sci-fi fantasy crossovers are an exception and are something that are still difficult for her to digest. Historical fiction remains a solid favorite, her preferred book that is well-worn from use being Gone with the Wind. It is funny that the protagonist is a headstrong, determined woman and that there’s underlying strains of romance throughout the novel, right? At any rate, the girl has a penchant for the novels that are set back in the Tudor era England – the scandals and intrigue that surround that period of history will be forever fascinating. Too bad this interest is not something that would apply to aid her in her studies; perhaps with History of Magic, but it takes a bit of work to get her fully engrossed into that class… amongst others, too. The one class she truly excels in would be Care of Magical Creatures, surely attributed to her interest in animals and their behaviors. This interest that she has always held was put down often when she was younger, due to the allergies that her mother and one of her sisters possessed. Class pets were all the more exposure Kiss was able to gain to them, right up until the moment she had set foot on Hogwarts grounds. All at once, there were all manner of other magical beings and a vast library full of information right at her fingertips. There was so much to learn, and it was thrilling.

It was also something that her father had held an interest in, too, turning it into a successful career as a Magizoologist. This is something that Kiska considers more all the time and has been looking further into in terms of what requirements will ultimately need to be met. She likes to fancy that there isn’t too much that can make her feel rattled, but you will find you have her in a corner if you inquire as to her plans for her future. With graduation looming ever closer, the girl places increasingly more pressure on herself to get it together and make up for the years she spent ignoring classes and most responsibility. Most of the time when her train of thought is on her future and what she might be considering as something she would want to achieve, it is those times that her thoughts escape and meander; sometimes, directly in the middle of a conversation with another person. They do come back around to the here and now almost right away, but then Kiska’s words tend to come out in a tumble and a rush when her thoughts are interrupted and it comes time to address the present. Oftentimes, a swift dismissal and apology will follow so whomever she is conversing with doesn’t have much time to dwell on what has been said. When they have time to mull it over, her carefully constructed barriers have time to be inspected more closely than she would like.


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Kiska’s appearance could potentially be considered a bit at-odds with the personality that sits tucked away underneath. Most first impressions based on just her countenance alone tend to be that she must be of a more demure nature when, at this point in time, we know that is actually a pretty far stretch from the truth. As would be expected, her features are inherited from the generations of her family before her, though inherited from none so strongly as her mother. Of all of her sisters, the youngest Ferdenova daughter looks most like their mother – strange as it may seem, this had always been a small source of pride within the young woman, even moreso now that her mother has passed. It was another way to feel closer to the woman who shaped each member of their family in to who they were, even when thousands of miles away. Between the six Ferdenova women, they share almost identical features with enough nuances spread out amongst them that each is unmistakable in their own way. Each of the women possess varying shades of both blonde hair and blue eyes, with the latter changing color and intensity with the moods that strike them. The only Ferdenova boy is the glaring exception to the blonde hair, blue eyed clan, possessing the roguish brown hair and brown eyes that their father did.

The blonde hair that Kiss shares with her mother and sisters is, most days, completely unmanageable upon rolling out of bed. Her hair possesses its own natural wave, a feature that can be handy on some days and, on others, just serves to make taming it much more difficult than it really ought to be. There are those rare mornings – you might compare them to a blessing, almost – where she is able to climb out of bed and everything sits nicely in place, looking presentable with the most minimal effort. But those mornings are few and far between and usually strike when there is nobody to go see, nothing to go and do, and nobody that might require being impressed. It is because those good hair days are rare that Kiska spends so much time on it in the mornings, thoroughly enjoying attempting different styles to make it look just so. Treating it like another tool in her arsenal, Kiss does utilize magic to help it stay in to place or cooperate when she needs it to do something that pins and hair ties are simply not accomplishing. Being of age has been a tremendous help when at home to be able to curl or straighten or shorten or braid with less time required to get ready in the mornings, a benefit when it comes to squeezing in more of that precious sleep.

As mentioned, blue eyes run amongst the women in her family, all of them varying shades but consistently expressive and quick to give away to emotions felt underneath the surface. Kiska is certainly no exception to this, her eyes serving as a glimpse into her innermost thoughts that she may be trying very hard to keep hidden from the rest of the world. They darken and hold a level of ferocity within them when angered or upset, the ferocity within an unconscious defense to feeling sadness and the threat of it being seen by another. They light up when a positive emotion strikes, mirth and happiness combining to draw you in to both her and whatever thought or idea she has cooked up this time. Even with their ability to convey so much, sometimes more than would be ideal, Kiss does consider them to be her best feature and enjoys dressing them up and drawing attention to them. A bit hypocritical, right? But most days the attention is more muted, with just a touch of eyeliner and some mascara before she’s out the door. Other days, when she’s feeling particularly dramatic or just in the mood, she reaches for the smoky eyeshadow palette whose use has yet to be perfected. As it turns out, the perfect smoky eye is really hard to nail down.

Her build and height would best be considered as average for her age, standing at an unremarkable five-four and being of a more slender build. Having been a few months early upon her birth, a smaller stature has followed her throughout her lifetime and is unlikely to change much upon growing older. While it might have been more troublesome when she was younger, her figure is no longer a concern and in spite of the typical insecurities that accompany being a teenage girl, Kiss has learned to embrace her form and any differences from the pretty girls on magazines that may be present. She purposefully carries herself with a lift in her shoulders from day to day, trying to ride on that line of approachability, confidence, and feeling empowered within herself. There isn’t anything that can’t be done… unless you count being unable to reach the topmost shelf within a kitchen to retrieve the just right mixing bowl. In that case, yes, there are some things that require a workaround – such as climbing on countertops, of course – but are instances that are few and far between. There is still a bit of filling out that will yet occur, as not many people are fully developed and ready to go at just seventeen years of age, so who knows? Perhaps another inch or two is in her future after all.

Very much in favor of the concept of ‘look good, feel good,’ the way Kiska dresses also has a tendency to work in her favor in appearing older than she might actually be. A mix of fashionable layers or on-trend styles, she likes to keep things interesting with a wide array of dresses, skirts, shorts, and pants. And of course the just right shirts, blouses, cardigans, and jackets to go along with every occasion. Dresses are more favorable in the spring and summer months and usually contain brighter colors or patterns, while leggings and pants are much more common in the cold and dreary winter months with deeper burgundy, gold, or navy colors. Most outfits are paired with a cardigan or jacket of some kind for a touch of cozy, and accessories are kept more to a minimum but always include a pair of cute shoes. You just can’t have too many of them, and there are so many different types out there, besides. Her other accessories aren’t extravagant – usually two studs in each ear and a necklace that a very special boy had given to her just recently. Antlers surround a vibrant blue stone all on a delicate chain and one of the few possessions that she will cherish for the remainder of her life.


Character Background:
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Aleksei Mirek Tolyich Ferdenov was the first son born to Mirek Andrei Andreevich and Natalya Marianna Borisovich Ferdenova, a Russian family steeped in the Pureblood ways associated to a family with a healthy fortune available to them. They would go on to try and instill these ways and values into their son and, later, daughter so that they would continue to uphold family honor and, in turn, implant these traits into their own offspring. The behaviors that they worked hard to bring out into Aleksei, however, never manifested in the way that they wanted – he did not seem overly proud of his heritage or fortune or the way that his parents carried on and presented themselves in social circles. Instead, he was that boy that rode horses for sport rather than appearance and spent time being more rough and tumble than polished and proper. The only source of pride that Aleksei was aware of bringing to his parents was the way he excelled in his studies and in schooling, achieving high marks consistently, even during the transition period when his parents moved the family to Britain. They were not keen on letting him attend Hogwarts – their preference having been Durmstrang, where apparently less “riffraff” would be mingled with – but an opportunity had presented itself for his father in the Ministry’s International Magical Cooperation department, an opportunity with compensation the family did not want to pass.

While at Hogwarts, Aleksei was dubbed a Ravenclaw and continued to excel in his studies, shining in Care of Magical Creatures and letting that quickly become his passion. For him, there was no question what was coming after Hogwarts – everything he had been working for was to become a Magizoologist that would be able to travel and see the various magical creatures that the world had to offer. With grand plans for his career, there was little thought as to the possibility of a family any time soon for him. It was a far off thought, something there would be time for later on down the road. That changed swiftly – and in perhaps the cheesiest way possible – when he bumped into Nadia Popov at a corner café one morning before work. It was cliché and something that seemed terribly inconsequential, but love stories don’t need grand beginnings to be something truly magical.

Nadia Sasha Kuzmich Popova was a Muggle that had recently moved from Russia, a single woman just under twenty years old that was attending the University of Notre Dame for history. It was a major that her parents did not understand, having wanted their daughter to be something more impressive such as a doctor or a lawyer or something of equivalent status; the grades she had achieved while working through her schooling had been impressive enough for both and so it was natural that they should have high hopes for her. While growing up, however, Nadia’s interest had been history and she had taken as many classes as she was able to always learn more. Constantly under the thumb of parents that wanted her to do much more, Nadia was eager to break away and took the opportunity to study abroad the moment it was presented to her. As with Aleksei, nothing in regards to starting a family had ever crossed her mind until that day she met the man with perfectly disheveled dark hair and dark eyes that were alight with hidden mischief.

Their romance was swift, and they married after just a year of being together; he was twenty-three, and she had just turned twenty. Aleksei’s performance in his position swiftly enabled him to begin that travel to study creatures that he had so eagerly been waiting for but, with a new wife, the young couple had some agreements they needed to come to. After many discussions, they decided they would travel and share those experiences together rather than spend the time apart – and so, Nadia withdrew from university and put her partially completed degree on hold.

It would be four years later that their family would really start taking shape. All of their daughters were born in Britain, taking a brief repose from Aleksei’s trips, with Alexandra being the oldest. Misja would follow a year later, followed by Daina the year after that. Tatiana would come two years later and both Aleksei and Nadia agreed upon a few things: one, that four children would be more than enough for them and two, Nadia would no longer join him on his trips abroad to study. Taking the children had grown difficult as their number grew and now that they were approaching school-age, it was time to establish their roots so that there was no further moving around and eliminate the fear of the children adapting. It was a difficult for the couple that was still young and very much enjoyed all of the time that they had spent together and all of the experiences they had shared. It was hard, those first few years, when Aleksei would bid his family goodbye and Nadia would wish him well before he was off again. As you can imagine, their reunions were spirited and loving, and it was in this way that the family found themselves again expanding.

Kiska Fayina Alexeeva Ferdenova would become the second youngest in their family, born seven years after Tatiana, with Demetri Aleksei following in the next year and being as unexpected as Kiska had been. Of the six Ferdenov children, Kiss would be the only one to be born in Russia, having arrived two months earlier than anticipated while the family was visiting Nadia’s parents. The labor her mother went through for her, the young woman has been told time and time again, was not an easy one – it had apparently been long and, in spite of being early, Kiss was very noisy. Aleksei doted more on Kiska than he had his other daughters, perhaps because there had been moments of uncertainty as to her health while Nadia was in labor, a nugget of information Kiss still keeps locked away deeply within herself even to this day. Her fussiness would wear off before she hit six months, at the very least, and by this point the Ferdenov family knew they had another one on the way.

Shortly after Demetri was born and Aleksei had gone on another trip, Nadia received a courtesy visit from a Ministry official. He pulled her away, separate from all of the curious children, to let her know that there had been an accident and Aleksei had passed. He had been studying the aggressive Chinese Fireballs in Asia and had been involved in an accident that claimed both his life and the lives of several others. It was hard for her to grasp that his charming smile would never again greet her or their family as he crossed the threshold into their home, and harder still for her to fathom how to explain that to her children, the eldest only being thirteen at the time. Not only that, but there would be two that would have no memories of him and the man he had been, something Kiska is sure still tugs at her mother’s heartstrings today. It would also be time for Nadia to return to schooling, too, for she now had six mouths to feed and support. With the aid of neighbors that had become close as well as coworkers of Aleksei’s that were very supportive, coupled with a pension from his position and odd jobs as a house cleaner, she was able to take courses to become a nurse and was certified by the time Kiska turned six.

All Kiss has now of her father are pictures. Pictures, and stories that her mother is always willing to share with them no matter how many times it has been retold. While they worked adequately as surrogate memories when she was young, they did not work nearly so well as Kiss grew to be a young woman who was slowly getting able to grasp the concept of not having a fatherly figure in her life, of not having that person to look to for an example of how a man, not a boy, should behave. Of how, sometimes, a woman should just be wrapped up in a hug with no need for words. There would be countless times that Kiss would try to do this for her mother and, as Demetri grew older, he would come to do the same, attempting to take on the responsibility as the man of the house onto his little shoulders. It is this absence of that role model for that specific role that likely contributes to the hesitation Kiss feels today in terms of romance; her mother did not remarry or even date after her father’s passing, the only example being passed down to her being the example her sisters provided.

Due to the age gap between her and the rest of her sisters, Kiska would often find herself excluded, deemed “too little” for the activities they got up to together. Her first and closest friend would become Demetri, a close bond that still exists in present day. They would get up to mischief and play pretend and all manner of other activities together, their most favorite being to play in the treehouse that Aleksei had constructed in their backyard when their family was first starting. He was of the average handy type, the treehouse being primarily put up and built with magic. While their older sisters didn’t find nearly as much enjoyment with space, perhaps not even setting foot within it once, Kiska and Demetri would spend countless afternoons out there – guarding it from dragons, playing hide and seek… The make believe things that children would get up to on a regular basis. It was also a wonderful quiet space when Kiss wanted time to herself to read whatever book she had picked up that week. The treehouse would hold many fond memories for her and is still one of her favorite places to be, even as it grows harder to make herself fit into the opening that had once been cut for a much smaller version of herself.

While there are many differences between the Ferdenov girls, there was one thing Kiss was very much looking forward to sharing with them – her letter to Hogwarts. The summer of her eleventh year felt the longest to Kiska, every day being one that she actually woke early to greet, waiting for that owl that would appear in their window, the envelope with all of the information she would need clasped within its beak. Having not displayed anything that would blatantly indicate she had a magical presence, there was fear that stirred within her chest and grew larger every day that passed without that letter appearing. Nadia constantly tried to comfort her with the light admonishment to wait until her birthday later in July, just wait and it would arrive… But waiting for anything for an extended period of time would sound like an eternity to a ten year old. By the time her eleventh birthday did roll around, Kiss had not slept a wink that night and quickly padded down to their kitchen, waiting for that owl to come. And, finally, he did.

It was finally her turn to have her own spellbooks and robes, even if they were hand-me-downs. It was time for her to get to experience all of the wonder and literal magic that would be being a student at Hogwarts. Her sisters were swift to fill her head with stories, some ringing of truth and others of pure fantasy, as to what she should expect in her years as a student. The Forest was forbidden, except when you were in detention and had to go out with the gamekeeper to collect something or another. The one floor was off-limits to students, and yet students were still able to wander there anyways… It was hard to discern truth between the stories her sisters filled her head with, but they could not dissipate the excitement the eleven year old Kiska harbored to have her own wand and perform spells and magic and do all of these things she had read witches and wizards could do.

The most nerve-wracking part for her would be the Sorting Ceremony, apparently an extensive test that everyone took to be admitted as a student while seated in some place called the Great Hall. If you failed, you were not allowed to attend Hogwarts and would be sent back on the train that same night. Imagine Kiska’s surprise when she and all the other first years arrived to the castle to find that it was nothing more than a professor placing an old hat upon your head, at which point it seemed to reflect on your innermost thoughts and desires before decreeing which House you belonged to. The House she would spend the next seven years as being a part of would turn out to be Gryffindor, a wide smile and a puff of pride filling her chest as that table cheered while she quickly climbed down from the stool to join the rest of her new Housemates.

Her first year was a whirlwind of new experiences and learning that a great majority of what her sisters had told her about Hogwarts had been completely false. In addition to learning all these new things about her magical world, it was also full of new friendships, striking up a particularly close bond with a fellow Gryffindor named JR and a Ravenclaw named Liam. They would become an inseparable trio, with the word mischievous being an apt way to describe their antics. The three of them genuinely enjoyed each other’s company as they shared classes, got in to trouble, and shared the occasional detention with one another if they had been too slow to get away scot-free. Their friendship would only continue to grow and strengthen as they grew older and yes, there were of course squabbles in between all the good times in those years, but they were always resolved with supportive words and plenty of jokes tossed in for good measure. It became very hard for the young girl to imagine time at Hogwarts that didn’t have the two of them implanted into just about every memory, but that became a reality when they all returned for their fifth year.

Something had changed in JR and, seemingly without rhyme or reason, he distanced himself from the other two. Almost as though they had never existed. The rift between them would continue for a few years, shaping Kiska to become someone who would continue to fight for those she cared for until she was absolutely out of anything else to give. In a pivotal moment where she stood on that ledge, JR finally made the reach back out to them, and the relationships that had been so strong and had become so fragile started to mend. Once more, time at Hogwarts meant spending time with two of her most favorite people – and instead of just one of them actually wanting to spend time with her, it was both of them again. Things appeared to be almost back to normal, with a bit of a shift romantically between JR and Kiska pushing them both to explore new thoughts and feelings.

But before those thoughts and feelings could be explored very far, there was another kink to the story. Her mother, having been the backbone of the Ferdenova family for all these years, was having health issues. An aggressive form of cancer had gone undetected in her body for several years and, upon discovering it at a doctor’s visit one early fall afternoon, there was nothing they could recommend to prolong her life more than a few months. Each one of Nadia’s children, being of the magical variety, insisted that there were other treatments they could explore and look in to – but, not wanting to deplete what resources she had to leave to her family mixed with trepidation at utilizing magical means as a cure, Nadia refused. She would spend the remaining weeks of her life with a house full of her children and their children; for the woman with such a large family that had come from a small family, there was nothing more that she could have possibly asked for. For the two youngest Ferdenova children, however, it served as a reminder that all of these people would be gone once their mother had passed and they would have to figure out the remaining pieces.

Three months went by with a full house, and then Nadia was gone. The ceremony was private, family only, and Kiska’s material grandparents were able to make the rare travel out from their native Russia to attend. In the wake of the ceremony, there were a few additional days to get affairs in order before everyone departed back to their own homes. Luckily, the only home that Kiska had known was owned by the family outright – they would just need to continue to pay their taxes and utilities, a responsibility that her two oldest sisters stepped in to take over for her and Demetri. A small inheritance was granted to each of the Ferdenova children along with some personal items of sentimental value. For Kiska, journals that she had never known her mother to have were packaged in a small box and were now hers to keep. So far, the young woman has only done a cursory glance through them to see that they spanned her mother’s entire lifetime – from when she was a girl, to a teenager, to a young woman, and then an older mother and grandmother. With the emotions still entirely too fresh, they have not been read or delved in to deeper. Perhaps someday, when she’s feeling stronger, she’ll be able to take several afternoons to sit quietly and thumb through them, taking an account of her mother’s life and travels with details that she’d only ever been able to fantasize about.


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