done / DRAGANOV, osiris
Mar 12, 2023 11:43:38 GMT -5
Post by Osiris Draganov on Mar 12, 2023 11:43:38 GMT -5
osiris silvius draganov
is me, rissy
It's the wonders that I'm after
Age - seventeen
Gender - male
Job/House - Slytherin student
Year - 7th year
Wand - Hornbeam, 9 inches, Rougarou hair
Creature Type - Veela ¼
Pet - Sphynx cat named Lil' Monster
Face Claim - Sena (Jiluka)
Gender - male
Job/House - Slytherin student
Year - 7th year
Wand - Hornbeam, 9 inches, Rougarou hair
Creature Type - Veela ¼
Pet - Sphynx cat named Lil' Monster
Face Claim - Sena (Jiluka)
Even if I have to bleed
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And make very rash decisions
The story of how his grandmother, Mariya, fell in love with a dashing wizard was recounted to him in hushed tones a few times as he fell asleep in her arms. Yordan Draganov had caught Mariya's eye at the Quidditch World Cup. Yes, a man had caught the eye of a Veela, not the other way around. Despite Mariya's innate charm, Yordan played hard to get for five years until he finally gave in to her whims.
They were married by autumn.
Their union produced only two children. Denica, the eldest, was headstrong and ambitious. She carried a natural curiosity for the world that led her on many adventures, both in her youth and her career. As she could not be contained, the family head responsibilities fell onto the youngest, Mariyka. She studied dutifully to fulfill live up to the expectations of her father and married the man he chose, and he handed over the family potion-making business to her when she was just twenty-six.
Mariyka bore three children.
Osiris was not one of those children.
No, he was the baby that Denica brought home after nearly eight years after her last visit and without so much as a prior warning through a letter. She had no idea who his father was, only that she had gotten pregnant after touring Japan. She had not returned home to learn how to be a proper mother, and she set the baby in her grandmother's arms and left like the wind. They wouldn't hear from her again for another six years.
At least she had bothered to name him.
Osiris was not raised by his aunt but by his grandmother. Mariyka was already stretched thin with her own children and the business, so his grandmother gladly took over the role of his primary caregiver. Needless to say, she spoiled him rotten. She might have been overcompensating for the fact that his mother had abandoned him.
He was three when he began showing signs of magic, and his grandmother was through the moon. His Veela blood had already been showing through with delicate features that drew the eye, but the development of his magic meant that Denica had enough sense not to go around sleeping with muggles.
In the time he spent glued to his grandmother's side, she introduced him to art and music and uncovered his hidden talent for perfect pitch. Normal education was secondary for her, resulting in Osiris learning how to read and write later than he should have. His aunt took some time out of her busy schedule and stepped in once she realized he couldn't even spell his own name at the age of five. Once he had a foundation in literacy, she had her eldest child take over tutoring until they left for Hogwarts.
Time passed by, and his letter to Hogwarts eventually came. He was reluctant to leave, but his grandmother reminded him that he would be coming home during winter break. His aunt took him shopping for his supplies and allowed him to pick out the pet he would take with him. Familiar was the word she had used, no matter how archaic that concept was.
She regretted letting him choose when he pointed to a very naked kitten.
They parted ways at the train station. He arrived at Hogwarts with the rest of the first years and awaited the sorting ceremony.
Slytherin!
Over the course of the next few years, Osiris blossomed. He became more outgoing and certain of himself, and he grew as sly as a fox. He was the troublemaker with great grades, a terrible combination as far as the teachers who wanted to find more at fault with him were concerned. He made full use of his Veela characteristics and charm, going as far as to grow out and color his hair (muggle hair dye is as close to magic as they've gotten in his mind), and obtain a female uniform. He switches between the uniforms as he pleases.
They were married by autumn.
Their union produced only two children. Denica, the eldest, was headstrong and ambitious. She carried a natural curiosity for the world that led her on many adventures, both in her youth and her career. As she could not be contained, the family head responsibilities fell onto the youngest, Mariyka. She studied dutifully to fulfill live up to the expectations of her father and married the man he chose, and he handed over the family potion-making business to her when she was just twenty-six.
Mariyka bore three children.
Osiris was not one of those children.
No, he was the baby that Denica brought home after nearly eight years after her last visit and without so much as a prior warning through a letter. She had no idea who his father was, only that she had gotten pregnant after touring Japan. She had not returned home to learn how to be a proper mother, and she set the baby in her grandmother's arms and left like the wind. They wouldn't hear from her again for another six years.
At least she had bothered to name him.
Osiris was not raised by his aunt but by his grandmother. Mariyka was already stretched thin with her own children and the business, so his grandmother gladly took over the role of his primary caregiver. Needless to say, she spoiled him rotten. She might have been overcompensating for the fact that his mother had abandoned him.
He was three when he began showing signs of magic, and his grandmother was through the moon. His Veela blood had already been showing through with delicate features that drew the eye, but the development of his magic meant that Denica had enough sense not to go around sleeping with muggles.
In the time he spent glued to his grandmother's side, she introduced him to art and music and uncovered his hidden talent for perfect pitch. Normal education was secondary for her, resulting in Osiris learning how to read and write later than he should have. His aunt took some time out of her busy schedule and stepped in once she realized he couldn't even spell his own name at the age of five. Once he had a foundation in literacy, she had her eldest child take over tutoring until they left for Hogwarts.
Time passed by, and his letter to Hogwarts eventually came. He was reluctant to leave, but his grandmother reminded him that he would be coming home during winter break. His aunt took him shopping for his supplies and allowed him to pick out the pet he would take with him. Familiar was the word she had used, no matter how archaic that concept was.
She regretted letting him choose when he pointed to a very naked kitten.
They parted ways at the train station. He arrived at Hogwarts with the rest of the first years and awaited the sorting ceremony.
Slytherin!
Over the course of the next few years, Osiris blossomed. He became more outgoing and certain of himself, and he grew as sly as a fox. He was the troublemaker with great grades, a terrible combination as far as the teachers who wanted to find more at fault with him were concerned. He made full use of his Veela characteristics and charm, going as far as to grow out and color his hair (muggle hair dye is as close to magic as they've gotten in his mind), and obtain a female uniform. He switches between the uniforms as he pleases.
For the sake of what I need
OOC Name - Howl
Age - twenty-six
Roleplay Sample -
Age - twenty-six
Roleplay Sample -
The freedom he yearned was nothing more than grasping at a past memory. He knew there was nothing that could bring back the simpler days of the cottage in the woods. It had already been ripped from him all those years ago. The freedom he now sought was nothing more than the desire to remain untethered. That meant no more job that he was forced into, and that meant he could not plant his roots.
A month back, he recalled the trainers he had met when he was young. They may or may not have been the catalyst that destroyed his home, but the adventures they spoke of had captured the imagination of a little boy. Though he may be older now, perhaps he could still live such a life.
The first thing Yuichi did upon his arrival in Starlight Town was seeking out a source of caffeine. There was only one cafe in the entire town! The flood of tourists and wannabe trainers should be enough to warrant at least one more cafe. He kept his complaints to himself and acquired his to-go mocha.
He spent the next hour or so wandering around the town, sipping away at his drink. Tossing the cup once he spotted the Pokemon laboratory in the distance, Yuichi made his way down the path. The automatic doors slid open with a chime as he stepped up to them. Through the doors, he turned on his heels as golden eyes swept across the interior of the front lobby.
With a slight bounce to his step, he neared the receptionist's desk. "Pardon me," his voice was soft and smooth, and the smile on his lips matched his tone. "Do you allow walk-ins?"
A month back, he recalled the trainers he had met when he was young. They may or may not have been the catalyst that destroyed his home, but the adventures they spoke of had captured the imagination of a little boy. Though he may be older now, perhaps he could still live such a life.
The first thing Yuichi did upon his arrival in Starlight Town was seeking out a source of caffeine. There was only one cafe in the entire town! The flood of tourists and wannabe trainers should be enough to warrant at least one more cafe. He kept his complaints to himself and acquired his to-go mocha.
He spent the next hour or so wandering around the town, sipping away at his drink. Tossing the cup once he spotted the Pokemon laboratory in the distance, Yuichi made his way down the path. The automatic doors slid open with a chime as he stepped up to them. Through the doors, he turned on his heels as golden eyes swept across the interior of the front lobby.
With a slight bounce to his step, he neared the receptionist's desk. "Pardon me," his voice was soft and smooth, and the smile on his lips matched his tone. "Do you allow walk-ins?"
