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Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

I honestly think that any of them could be a blast. Perhaps not potions, but otherwise I'm down.

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

Sorry about the short post. The one I'd worked on didn't go through and I lost it, so I just put that out so I didn't hold anyone up.

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

The last few weeks had passed in a flurry of excitement and a modicum of rattled nerves. Konstantin's life was being set on a new course, one he'd never even known existed, but one that rose up with a suddenness that would uproot him from the routine he'd settled into. A wizard, they'd called him. Something he'd known only from fairy tales and bedtime stories was soon to envelop everything he did, and that in itself was incredible. Incredible, daunting as well.

He sat in the great hall in his wizard's robes ogling at the magic around him as he ate his meal. A talking hat, floating candles, a ceiling that opened into the heavens. He'd heard others on the train ride going on about plenty: the houses they might get assigned to, which teachers might be strictest, and stories of their families. All of that seemed trivial in comparison to what he saw before him. To think that things such as floating candles would become commonplace over the coming years made him laugh.

Being assigned to Slytherin hadn't quite meant anything to him, considering he knew nothing of its past or any attached stigmas. The idea that they tried to group together like-minded individuals, however, did appeal to him greatly if it might make it easier to make friends. It still felt rather strange that he had to leave his friends from back home without being able to offer the truth as an explanation. Stranger still that he wouldn't have his mother to dance with or his father to spar with when he had the time to spare. It'd definitely take some time to get used to, but instead of dwelling on it, he jumped into conversation with the students at the table.

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

Also working on my introduction post. Should be up tomorrow or the day after.

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

Thank you. I'll flesh him out some more when I get the chance.

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

Emmerich Belle

Basic Information

Name:

Emmerich Pierre Belle

Nickname/Alias/Etc:

Emery

Gender:

Male

Age:

Twenty

Height:

6' 2"

Weight:

190

Type:

New Student

Appearance

Hair Color:

Black

Eye Color:

Pale green/blue

Ethnicity:

French Canadian of African descent

Physical Appearance:

Hider

Black hair, usually cut short crudely by one of the clones, connects to a neatly trimmed full beard that hides a pleasing jawline. A permanent set of shallow wrinkles adorn his brow, a result of the intense concentration required to do use his power. Between the inviting greenish eyes is settled a straight, small nose, with full lips hovering just under that. He is admittedly self conscious about his smile, and generally won't smile with his teeth as they are notably crooked. The man is certainly conventionally attractive; at 6'2" with what could be described as a functionally fit frame. Well chiseled and not quite excessively bulky. He has a pretty mean case of what some refer to as resting bitch face, but when approached or engaged he is animated and lively. Unless he's split, in which case he's mildly cooperative at best. Processing the world from multiple perspectives is taxing and requires focus, so social interactions and general mannerisms find themselves to be a lesser priority. A lack of full substance is evident in his interactions and generally accompanied by more bitch face or a blank stare.

Attire:

Emery's sense of style is varied. While on set he has worn everything from ridiculous costumes to professional attire. However, when he has a say in what he'll wear, it normally consists of a skater/grunge look; stylish hoodies, jeans that aren't too tight or too baggy and may or may not have a hole in them, and any shoes with good grip.

Personality

Innate & Outward Personality:

Emery is driven, serious, and observant. He possesses an above average intellect, not approaching genius level, but certainly greater than the general populace. His relations with coworkers and friends from highschool could be described as mostly distant or forced, largely in part to most of his interaction with them being while he's replicated. Many people have found him to be an intensely shallow character, but those that have known him recent years know him to be charmingly dynamic. It truly depends on how split up he is.

He is a very thoughtful person. In both senses of the word I'd hazard. He engages in high risk activities, not only for the fun (because he certainly does enjoy them) or the training, but because when your life is on the line, you can't afford to think of anything else. When it's just you and your opponent, focusing on anything but the task at hand can cost you everything. But overthinking, isn't something he can always escape. He considers the state of the world, countries, the people in it. The reality of coexistence that others fail to comprehend. Able to see multiple perspectives from a literal standpoint, Emmerich understands better than most how an individual's actions can affect another. Because of this, and perhaps a strong moral background, he tends to be compassionate and sympathetic towards others. If he sees a person in need of help, he'll generally stop what he's doing and take care of them as best he can. The caretaker is a role he tends to take naturally, but to maintain that role presents troubles if he's split. To even attempt to offer half the support to someone who depends on him than what their accustomed would be entirely unfair. He knows, because it has cost him a relationship or two already.

Being very open minded, many of Emery's viewpoints are liberal. He doesn't believe that strong morals stem from a need for a higher power, but instead that you can be a good person of your own accord. In his opinion, the only truly immoral acts are those that intentionally negatively impact others. Now, in no means is he a pacifist. Bigotry, oppression, outright manipulation. These are the things that make his blood boil. He finds it near impossible to respect anyone who feels that the only way for them to rise to success is to bring others down in the process.

He's actually pretty materialistic, but it may stem from the fact that he often needs more than one of something while he's split; another laptop, another cellphone, another car... The list goes on to maintain any sort of convenience, and maybe as a result he tends to want a lot things in his life.

Hobbies/Interests:

Emery is a very active guy; dancing, hiking, climbing, sky diving, swimming, paintball, you name it. If there's an adrenaline junkie stigma attached to the activity, it's a safe bet that he has participated or plans to participate in it. He enjoys reading very much, particularly sci-fi novels. Surprise, surprise, he just so happens to love fast cars and motorcycles.

Skills/Talents:

Driving, freerunning/parkour, advanced martial arts. He has all the consistent trademarks any great stuntman should and he's a magnificent cook to boot. He speaks French and English, though both are accented.

Prized Possession:

A copy of a new action film he played in named Beacon.

Quote(s):

"... sorry. I wasn't really all there."
"No one should feel the need to dim the light of others in order to shine themselves."

History/Bio:

Emery's early life was mostly uneventful. The third of four children, he was born into a shitty, run down neighborhood that his parents had settled in. Sirens and gunshots were regular ambiance and without the upstairs neighbors partying long into the night, it just didn't feel like home. Before his second birthday, his parents either decided they were too good for that lifestyle or their children were. They heaved the kids and what little they had to a slightly less trashy area in a whole new state. Over the next decade, his mother juggled nursing school, a night job, and an afternoon daycare while his father worked with computers and watched the kids around her schedule. It was a hectic lifestyle that they were too young to manage, yet miraculously they did, though not without a few setbacks. Emery's oldest sibling was fairly well behaved and even tempered. With a four year age difference she quickly became responsible for what her parents couldn't be. The second eldest yearned for his parent's attention, far too young to comprehend the immense sacrifices his parents were making to provide for them. He acted out regularly and a cycle of atrocious behavior formed that carried on well into his adult life. Emery on the other hand was quiet and withdrawn. Intensely introverted, he spent more time in his own head than he did interacting with others. More times than not, he was entirely forgotten at home. Family and friends could visit for days and neither see nor hear a sign of him. The only time he seemed to take interest in those outside his immediate family was if he had a question that they would have an answer to. At school things were relatively the same. The other children flocked to his brother, the rebel, but neglected to even acknowledge Emery, so he simply avoided them. Teachers though, found themselves increasingly invested in his budding mind. His voracious curiosity and appetite for knowledge, coupled with an impressive ability to process and understand information often left them stunned. Letters were sent home constantly advising his parents to appeal for early advancements, but the pair never found the time and arrangements were never made. It was then that he faced his first of many bouts with anger.

By the time Emery had entered middle school, his family had moved six times, each new home a small bit larger, each new town a small bit nicer. Their final move landed them in America. His mother, a full fledged registered nurse now worked privately with children with special needs while his father taught at a local university. Finally, they had settled down, but the unfamiliarity of actual stability was jarring to Emery and he felt overwhelmed with frustration. He expressed it aggressively, often returning from school with bruised knuckles and black eyes. Rather than undergo the costly and lengthy process of therapy sessions, his parents opted to join a local church. They had hoped that the religious community might help to mold their children in ways they could not, and in many ways they were right. It instilled a strong moral code within Emery and gave him composure and patience that carried into his later life. Still, the ever curious, thoughtful mind of his whirred with more questions than answers. How could a god that loves all his creation leave them to their own devices to corrupt and destroy what he loves? Why would he choose to watch over and guide a family like his and not one of the poverty stricken, war torn, starving nations of the world? How could an all powerful, all knowing being sit idly by as bigoted politicians with their own selfish agendas guided the world without all the facts? He found issue at every turn, becoming increasingly disgusted with a religion that could worship such an uninterested "god" and any who might claim it as their own.

Soon the anger was back, but more sour and brooding. He felt defeated. And the only ones he felt he could talk to, his parents, followed their faith so blindly they wouldn't acknowledge a hint of worth in his issue. The cognitive dissonance he felt at such a young age presented something of an existential crisis that he wasn't quite sure how to bear. Deflated, devalued, and altogether alone Emery's dismay culminated in a suicide attempt. He found himself standing high above the city, looking down at the busy street below from his position at the edge of rooftop. His self isolation left him with no friends to speak of and from his perspective, no one could possibly careless about his life, or death for that matter. His existence seemed a moot point in a sea inconsequential events. As he stood there shuddering from weak sobs, a familiar voice called from behind him; his own. What happened next began a gradual recovery. His realization that he was a metahuman somehow gave him new purpose, new drive. The ability lent itself to learning, allowing him to tackle multiple challenges at once, which in turn opened more and more opportunities.

By graduation he'd been working two jobs simultaneously, though he left both to begin a career as a professional stuntman. In the two years since he's last used his powers, Emmerich has moved to Hollywood and developed quite a successful start to his career. He's made sure that life without powers is manageable, though he can see many practical uses of his power that he'd rather enjoy. Getting registered will allow those uses to be explored, so it's only the next logical step.

Family:

Pierre Belle- Father (distant)
Claudette Belle- Mother (distant)
Evelyn Belle- Sister (distant)
Marc Belle- Brother (distant)
Laurie Belle- Sister (distant)

Relationships
None yet.

Abilities

Power Class:

Super System

Power:

Self replication. A fairly straightforward ability, Emery is able to, with much concentration, manifest physical copies of himself.

Limits/Weaknesses:

Splitting consciousness is a strange game. While he can absorb information and retain skills through his clones, the returns are always watered down proportionately. For example, if clone 1 were reading a book on mechanics, and clone two a book on beekeeping, approximately 33% of the information either of them digested would be retained.
Creating more than one clone at any given time stretches the available energies in a way that reduces their strength along with his by similar proportions as seen above.
While Emmerich is able to perceive and act through as many clones as he's produced at once, the consciousness isn't shared. They don't think the same thoughts as one collective hive mind. Because of this, unless a form of communication is maintained, the only time information is passed from one clone to another is when they assimilate.
Clones come into the world naked and return in a similar manner, so spare clothing and some privacy are usually preferred before getting started.
Clones can't assimilate with other clones; they must all return to the original.
The process itself isn't a quick one and can take anywhere from 10-20 minutes per replication.
The assimilation process takes just as long and he must maintain physical contact with the replication the entire time.
Because the clones are direct extensions of Emery's body, any injury sustained to a clone, returns to Emery upon assimilation. The death of a clone, while it has never occurred, would prove extremely detrimental to Emery's health; much like a major organ failure.
In short, Emmerich is at his most vulnerable when he actually uses his power.

Future Abilities:

In time, the replications won't have to look exactly like Emery. The ability will grow to allow duplication of others, though physical contact will have to be maintained still, and replications of younger and older versions of himself.
The limit on how many clones he can create at once without adverse effects will become more lenient.
Replications can be instantaneous and with whatever clothing the target (himself or another person) is using.

Other:

NEST ID: #74632-MRE-CA

Sample Post:

Scattered sunlight pressed into the dark room from boarded up windows as a man hobbled toward an exit, frantically looking over his shoulder as he went. A piercing scream reached his ears from elsewhere in the building that stopped him in his tracks. He clutched tightly to the pistol in his hand, sweaty palms slicking the grip. Heavy footsteps, slow and deliberate sounded from a nearby corridor. The man brought his gun up in fear, shakily swinging it towards the door on the other side. His other hand wipes at his brow, desperate to keep the sweat from his eyes as he backs towards the exit. Suddenly a body crashes through the drywall to his right and lies there unconscious. "Listen, listen!" The man pleads, tears forming in his eyes. "We ain't mean to hurt them girls! It's just busin-!" His words are cut short as a knife speeds through the air, embedding itself in his arm. The gun slips from his grip and clatters to the floor as he groans in pain, clutching at his arm. Before he has the chance to reach for the gun, a tall figure erupts from the hole in the wall with a diving roll. He finds his footing and races toward the bleeding man, spinning into the air and twisting a boot into the man's jaw. The filtered lighting shows just enough of the scene to catch the blood splatter from the force. The tall figure lands gracefully, twisting into a spinning back kick that catches the man in the chest before he's finished reeling from the first. The figure takes a step closer, but the other man is already out cold. "Don't worry." The words come from a deep, gruff voice. "This is just business too." A gloved hand grasps the gun and fires it into the two unconscious men's heads. The flash from the handgun contrasts against the dark room and as he dashes towards a table, leaps atop it, then leaps through a high window, flipping into a soft landing below.

Outside a car awaits him. Sirens blare in the background, quickly approaching. As he enters the driver side a phone call comes in. "It's done." The car starts and immediately peels out, spewing pebbles from the gravel road beneath the tires. "Good. We'll be transferring the funds into your account shortly. We appreciate your service." A woman's voice replied, abruptly hanging up afterwards. The sirens closed in, just as the car skidded onto the service road along the highway. He floored it, quickly shifting into fifth gear as the squad cars quickly appeared in the rear view. Swinging the speeding vehicle into a sharp turn was no small feat, but he did so with incredible precision and impeccable timing, narrowly avoiding an approaching SUV. The police just behind him weren't nearly as quick and collided into the incoming vehicle. Only two officers managed to maneuver around the wreck as others plowed into the growing mass of carnage. A wicked smile spread across the driver's face underneath a skull mask that cut off at the nose. He stared directly into the faces of drivers and their passengers as he weaved his vehicle through the incoming traffic on a highway. The sirens blaring behind him causing some vehicles to clear a path, while only inducing panic in others. In another moment he caught sight of a hill beside the median, that he immediately veered towards. The cops began falling behind as they worked to dodge the traffic, but he pressed forward without slowing. A helicopter swung into view, following the chase intently. Without a moment's hesitation, the driver sent his vehicle over the hill, leaping from it at the peak of the jump. For a few moments he was unsure if his gamble was worth it, but it turned out to be as a hand reaching from the chopper caught his. Another slick smirk surfaced on the man's face, as he was pulled inside. "We did it."

The scene faded to black as the helicopter pulled away into the skyline and credits rolled. The next few moments felt uncomfortably silent as Emmerich looked around, gauging the crowd's reaction. It was the first time he'd had a major acting role in a film and he wasn't sure how it'd be received. His personal fan base seemed intrigued by the idea and mostly supportive, but his acting skills had never been put to the test like this. To be fair, his part in the film focused more on the combat and explosions; the exciting life of a super secret spy, but it was the most screen time he'd ever received. His breath caught in his chest as the moviegoers broke into applause, whistling and whooping. He heard people excitedly gushing about the ending. A last plot twist in which his character killed the main character, effectively leaving them to wonder how the sequel would continue from here.

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

Perfect. I'm excited to get started.

Academy 218: Still looking for new people to join - now is the primetime.

Glad this is back, since I didn't get to participate last time around. I'm working on a character I should have posted up tomorrow.

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

Name: Konstantin Yeremeyev
Nicknames: Kostik or Kostya
Gender: Male
Age: 12
House: Slytherin

Appearance:


It could be said that Konstantin spends just as much time outdoors as inside, though despite this claim he still manages to sport a pale visage. His hair is a dark brown that frames his face neatly, his eyes bright; a sharp grey-blue. Already having a fair amount of experience with growth spurts, he stands taller than most his age. Having lead quite the active life thus far, his slender frame is subtly complimented by light musculature.

Wand: A 12 and 3/4 inch wand of fir wood with a dragon heartstring core. Other than the rivets at the base for easier gripping, this wand is simple; practical really.
Pet: Reddish-brown screech owl named Mir.

Strengths: Kostya's greatest strengths lie in physical activity. Dance, gymnastics, and boxing have been more than hobbies for him. These skills lend him a rather finely tuned sense of awareness spatially along with impressive endurance, both mentally and physically. Musically, he plays the piano skillfully. Being trilingual has its perks every so often, but what it has done most is open up Konstanin's communicative abilities. He has a natural charm that makes it very easy for him to make friends.

Weaknesses: Konstantin's greatest fear is isolation. Growing up an only child to two busy parents, he's always struggled with feelings of loneliness. The ease he has with making friends was born out of need more so than convenience. This said he tends to be too trusting, befriending people nearly indiscriminately if he has no one else. He is a natural protector, rushing to the aid of those who need it. In these situations, he acts firsts and thinks little of it until met with the consequences. Having been at the wrong end of more than a fair share of ridicule throughout his life, Konstantin is thin skinned and will take insults or criticism, even when constructive, to heart.

Personality: Composed of strong will and good intentions, Konstantin is a driven child with a big heart that he follows often. He is compassionate towards others, especially those enduring hardships. Justice is a concept he may be too young to fully grasp, but his general understanding of it drives a decent portion of his behavior. He believes in retribution and rarely shies away from delivering it himself when the situation warrants. He's impressively ambitious and focused, but this is largely in part due to a consistent need for approval. Beneath the wit and bravado, lies a boy. One who craves attention and validation at every turn. One who lies in bed at night feeling more alone than he can comprehend. A boy whose exuded confidence is easily stripped away when he is hurt, and a boy who has been hurt often.

History:
Having only recently realized his magical ability and any connection of his to the wizarding world, Konstantin has led a muggle's life thus far, although it has a very active one. Born to a French dance instructor and a Russian university professor, he was raised, an only child, in a forested suburb of St. Petersburg. His parents wanted nothing but the best for their son and did what they could to open up to him as many opportunities as they could afford. He grew up traveling often, frequently visiting palaces, monuments, and theaters. It was in the latter where he witnessed his mother in her element for the very first time, and watched wide-eyed as she gracefully flitted about the stage with a composure he'd never seen before. From that moment on he'd found himself practicing with his mother, who ecstatically began teaching him all that she could. Not long after, he began applying his techniques in another setting; gymnastics. The two combined disciplines worked to compliment one another greatly, but when the next school year rolled around, he and his interests were the subject of teasing. For two weeks straight he came home with a new set of scrapes and bruises from fist fights and bullying from other children. Fed up, his father delivered an ultimatum to Kostik's mother: Remove him from the classes or make time for him to be able to learn to defend himself as well. Having no intention to impede on her son's passions, his mother rearranged his schedule to accommodate for the new hobby. Weeks went by and the bullying continued, until finally Konstantin responded. He returned the months of beatings with little concern for much else but his idea of justice. Slowly, the bruises faded, but the memories were still fresh. They drove him to step into conflicts, and settle them deliberately, when other children were being bullied. This act in itself, along with a new found confidence, made Kostya a very popular child.

Three years ago the family relocated to England, where his father took up work at another university. Leaving all of his friends from Russia to start what felt like an entirely new life was difficult for Kostya. His predominately Russian accent stood out among other students and the fact that he spoke strangely became something that more unpleasant boys tended to focus on. He did as his father taught him, but frequently found himself in heaps of trouble for his aggression. Konstantin felt more comfortable in the gym or dance studio than school or home. There people could care less about the way you spoke, so long as your experience was suitable. Throughout the transitioning period, he found himself growing much closer with his father as well. Always having spent the majority of his time with his mother, when Kolya began struggling in school, the tutoring from his father helped to strengthen the bond they shared. Once a weekend they took trips into the woods, hiking to a certain point then working on studying strategies for his success. In the open environment, Konstantin felt more relaxed, more receptive. During one such trip the pair experienced their first notable clash with magic.

Father and son pressed through tall grass on their way through a clearing, when a shot rang out in the distance. Suddenly Konstantin found himself leaning over his father as blood spread rapidly across the forest floor. A bullet intended for a deer some ways away struck the man through the shoulder and continued. Konstantin watched in horror as his father clutched at the gushing hole and fell, the blood already oozing into the dirt. They both screamed; one in agony, the other pure terror. Frantically looking back and forth, Kostya screamed for help, though no one responded. He looked to his father for advice, but the strong Russian man only groaned in pain. Somehow in the following moments with the build up of panicked concern manifesting, a miracle occurred. Konstantin placed a ginger hand over his father's, still clutching at the bullet hole, and instantly the bleeding ceased. The wound itself slowly closed, until all that remained was an odd looking lump. The pair stared on at one another in a mixture of disbelief and relief for quite some time, shocked into silence.

It wasn't something any of them understood. They weren't a religious family, but no one could deny that a legitimate miracle took place that day. The infamous "ah-ha!" moment came with the delivery of the invitation to Hogwarts. After seeing how magnificent of a gift magic could be firsthand, his parents were wholly supportive of this endeavor.

NPCs:
Alexander Yeremeyev - A Russian born astrophysicist, Alexander gave up research for teaching when he discovered his wife was pregnant. He is already in his early fifties, but still has a young vigor about him. He is a remarkable instructor; strict, but patient, charismatic, and well educated and well informed. Mr. Yeremeyev founded the very same intense work ethic within his son, that his father developed in him. The man speaks 5 languages, excels at piano, and is a widely recognized chess expert.

Delphine Yeremeyev - A former ballerina who performed on many famous stages, Delphine is a beautiful French woman who has aged exceptionally well. Now in her early forties, though she looks to be no older than thirty, she teaches various dance styles to advanced students at a major dance studio. She carries herself with a certain dignity, self-assurance maybe, that makes her stand out in a crowd. She's brilliant, cultured, and full of passion for life. Somehow, she manages to convey all of that and more when she's dancing. Some breathtaking, awe inspiring thing takes hold of you when you see it. She has always been wonderfully supportive of both her son and her husband, but still manages to maintain her own interests as well. She is a musician as well, having fallen in love with the violin at a young age and she speaks 4 languages. She is very well organized and fully responsible for her son's impeccable time management skills.

Hogwarts: Ignition - Year One

Ready to toss in my wizard hat, if you'll have me.

Konstantin Yeremeyev

Name: Konstantin Yeremeyev
Nicknames: Kostik or Kostya
Gender: Male
Age: 12
House: (Pending)

Appearance:


It could be said that Konstantin spends just as much time outdoors as inside, though despite this claim he still manages to sport a pale visage. His hair is a dark brown that frames his face neatly, his eyes bright; a sharp grey-blue. Already having a fair amount of experience with growth spurts, he stands taller than most his age. Having lead quite the active life thus far, his slender frame is subtly complimented by light musculature.

Wand: A 12 and 3/4 inch wand of fir wood with a dragon heartstring core. Other than the rivets at the base for easier gripping, this wand is simple; practical really.
Pet: Reddish-brown screech owl named Mir.

Strengths: Kostya's greatest strengths lie in physical activity. Dance, gymnastics, and boxing have been more than hobbies for him. These skills lend him a rather finely tuned sense of awareness spatially along with impressive endurance, both mentally and physically. Musically, he plays the piano skillfully. Being trilingual has its perks every so often, but what it has done most is open up Konstanin's communicative abilities. He has a natural charm that makes it very easy for him to make friends.

Weaknesses: Konstantin's greatest fear is isolation. Growing up an only child to two busy parents, he's always struggled with feelings of loneliness. The ease he has with making friends was born out of need more so than convenience. This said he tends to be too trusting, befriending people nearly indiscriminately if he has no one else. He is a natural protector, rushing to the aid of those who need it. In these situations, he acts firsts and thinks little of it until met with the consequences. Having been at the wrong end of more than a fair share of ridicule throughout his life, Konstantin is thin skinned and will take insults or criticism, even when constructive, to heart.

Personality: Composed of strong will and good intentions, Konstantin is a driven child with a big heart that he follows often. He is compassionate towards others, especially those enduring hardships. Justice is a concept he may be too young to fully grasp, but his general understanding of it drives a decent portion of his behavior. He believes in retribution and rarely shies away from delivering it himself when the situation warrants. He's impressively ambitious and focused, but this is largely in part due to a consistent need for approval. Beneath the wit and bravado, lies a boy. One who craves attention and validation at every turn. One who lies in bed at night feeling more alone than he can comprehend. A boy whose exuded confidence is easily stripped away when he is hurt, and a boy who has been hurt often.

History:
Having only recently realized his magical ability and any connection of his to the wizarding world, Konstantin has led a muggle's life thus far, although it has a very active one. Born to a French dance instructor and a Russian university professor, he was raised, an only child, in a forested suburb of St. Petersburg. His parents wanted nothing but the best for their son and did what they could to open up to him as many opportunities as they could afford. He grew up traveling often, frequently visiting palaces, monuments, and theaters. It was in the latter where he witnessed his mother in her element for the very first time, and watched wide-eyed as she gracefully flitted about the stage with a composure he'd never seen before. From that moment on he'd found himself practicing with his mother, who ecstatically began teaching him all that she could. Not long after, he began applying his techniques in another setting; gymnastics. The two combined disciplines worked to compliment one another greatly, but when the next school year rolled around, he and his interests were the subject of teasing. For two weeks straight he came home with a new set of scrapes and bruises from fist fights and bullying from other children. Fed up, his father delivered an ultimatum to Kostik's mother: Remove him from the classes or make time for him to be able to learn to defend himself as well. Having no intention to impede on her son's passions, his mother rearranged his schedule to accommodate for the new hobby. Weeks went by and the bullying continued, until finally Konstantin responded. He returned the months of beatings with little concern for much else but his idea of justice. Slowly, the bruises faded, but the memories were still fresh. They drove him to step into conflicts, and settle them deliberately, when other children were being bullied. This act in itself, along with a new found confidence, made Kostya a very popular child.

Three years ago the family relocated to England, where his father took up work at another university. Leaving all of his friends from Russia to start what felt like an entirely new life was difficult for Kostya. His predominately Russian accent stood out among other students and the fact that he spoke strangely became something that more unpleasant boys tended to focus on. He did as his father taught him, but frequently found himself in heaps of trouble for his aggression. Konstantin felt more comfortable in the gym or dance studio than school or home. There people could care less about the way you spoke, so long as your experience was suitable. Throughout the transitioning period, he found himself growing much closer with his father as well. Always having spent the majority of his time with his mother, when Kolya began struggling in school, the tutoring from his father helped to strengthen the bond they shared. Once a weekend they took trips into the woods, hiking to a certain point then working on studying strategies for his success. In the open environment, Konstantin felt more relaxed, more receptive. During one such trip the pair experienced their first notable clash with magic.

Father and son pressed through tall grass on their way through a clearing, when a shot rang out in the distance. Suddenly Konstantin found himself leaning over his father as blood spread rapidly across the forest floor. A bullet intended for a deer some ways away struck the man through the shoulder and continued. Konstantin watched in horror as his father clutched at the gushing hole and fell, the blood already oozing into the dirt. They both screamed; one in agony, the other pure terror. Frantically looking back and forth, Kostya screamed for help, though no one responded. He looked to his father for advice, but the strong Russian man only groaned in pain. Somehow in the following moments with the build up of panicked concern manifesting, a miracle occurred. Konstantin placed a ginger hand over his father's, still clutching at the bullet hole, and instantly the bleeding ceased. The wound itself slowly closed, until all that remained was an odd looking lump. The pair stared on at one another in a mixture of disbelief and relief for quite some time, shocked into silence.

It wasn't something any of them understood. They weren't a religious family, but no one could deny that a legitimate miracle took place that day. The infamous "ah-ha!" moment came with the delivery of the invitation to Hogwarts. After seeing how magnificent of a gift magic could be firsthand, his parents were wholly supportive of this endeavor.

NPCs:
Alexander Yeremeyev - A Russian born astrophysicist, Alexander gave up research for teaching when he discovered his wife was pregnant. He is already in his early fifties, but still has a young vigor about him. He is a remarkable instructor; strict, but patient, charismatic, and well educated and well informed. Mr. Yeremeyev founded the very same intense work ethic within his son, that his father developed in him. The man speaks 5 languages, excels at piano, and is a widely recognized chess expert.

Delphine Yeremeyev - A former ballerina who performed on many famous stages, Delphine is a beautiful French woman who has aged exceptionally well. Now in her early forties, though she looks to be no older than thirty, she teaches various dance styles to advanced students at a major dance studio. She carries herself with a certain dignity, self-assurance maybe, that makes her stand out in a crowd. She's brilliant, cultured, and full of passion for life. Somehow, she manages to convey all of that and more when she's dancing. Some breathtaking, awe inspiring thing takes hold of you when you see it. She has always been wonderfully supportive of both her son and her husband, but still manages to maintain her own interests as well. She is a musician as well, having fallen in love with the violin at a young age and she speaks 4 languages. She is very well organized and fully responsible for her son's impeccable time management skills.