IVANOVA, nadia irene

[nadia i. ivanova]

Nadia Irene Ivanova the basics full name • Nadia Irene Ivanova nicknames • Nova, but only by Rian. age • twenty-two birthday • March 5th occupation • Madam Primpernelle’s Beautifying Potions house • ravenclaw gender • female sexuality • hetero blood status • pureblood the appearance face claim • Taylor Marie Hill height and weight • 5’6 – 120 lbs identifying features • a half-moon shaped birthmark just below her bottom right rib on her back. A chickenpox scar on the inside of her left wrist. overall appearance • Nadia has about mid-back length dark brown hair and hazel eyes. She looks broody more often than not- the girl does not wear as many smiles as her sister. The girl walks with a bit of a slouch due to preferring to stay out of the spotlight and burying her nose in books, but she’s working on that. Nadia definitely falls on the spectrum of comfort over fashion. She likes boots and ballet flats over heels and takes knee socks over tights and bare legs. Leggings are commonplace for the brunette, who likes to pair them with long, baggy sweaters and underneath the skirt of her cotton dresses. It’s also not uncommon to see her wearing any sort of cardigan, button up blouse, or a ribbon tying her usual braid at the base. Nadia isn’t picky over colors- generally she’ll wear whatever if she likes the style and comfort. the personality likes • empty bookstores and libraries, rainy days, puddles, quiet coffee shops and comfy sweaters, cancelled or broken plans. dislikes • when people are passive aggressive, losing things, seafood, irresolution, making plans and decisions, not having time to read. strengths • curiosity, judgment, perspective, perseverance, honesty, kindness, self-regulation, forgiveness, humor, prudent, spontaneity. weaknesses • conniving, flatterer, judgmental, rigid, indecisive, tactless, touchy, impulsive, proud, self-serving, overly-ambitious. dreams • Nadia sees herself exploring caverns and rainforests and broken down buildings. A magical Indiana Jones, if you will. fears • Dystopia. A ridiculous fear, maybe, but Nadia doesn’t want her life, or anyone’s life, to end in turmoil. overall personality • It might be cliché to say that Nadia is simply put, a good person. She’s loyal to a fault and the type of person you could get a hold of in the middle of the night to pick you up when you were too inebriated to apparate home. She doesn’t like being in peoples’ debt, and she doesn’t like when people pity her or show her gratitude- she isn’t doing/saying the things she does/says for pity or gratitude. She also isn’t afraid to tell people this, either. Nadia also always knows what she wants. Perhaps not always how to get what she wants, but she knows what she wants. She doesn’t give up, and always looks for new ways of doing things to perhaps make them easier or get them done faster. Sometimes she serves herself more than she serves other people and perhaps she can be a little overly-ambitious, but everyone has their faults, and Nadia isn’t perfect. the history father • Alexei Ivanova, 45, occupation unknown mother • Clara Ivanova, 43, cursebreaker siblings • Gabriella Ivanova, 25, quidditch player Aria, 14, 4th year. important people/pets • Rian Ryland, her longtime love. A white cat named Ghost. hometown • Oslo, Kent. overall history • Alexei Ivanova and Clara Daag were never supposed to be. Two years apart when they’d been in school, the pair did not know much about the other- save for the final year of Alexei, when he’d taken a special interest in the sixteen-year-old Clara. Alexei had always been dutiful in his studies, but Clara proved to be the one thing to draw him out of his work. Clara’s elder brother, in the same year as Alexei, knew what the lad was capable of and had warned his sister, but she became enamored with the dark and handsome caller and accepted his courtship. Of course, it wasn’t until after Clara had become pregnant- at eighteen, mind you- that Alexei started to show his true colors. He had always been a demanding man; even at the most smitten point of Clara’s life she would admit that. But things seemed to change after she had become pregnant. He didn’t apologize when he insulted her. He complained when the food wasn’t cooked to his specifications. The formerly sweet and bubbly Clara was crumpling under the weight of Alexei’s attitude, and she was the only one who wasn’t seeing it. The relationship- or rather, marriage- had only gotten worse at the birth of their first, and accidental, child. For, as one might assume, Alexei was interested in having a son, and through the entire pregnancy had claimed that the child was going to be a boy. Much, of course, to his disappointment, the child was a girl. Two years later, when Clara became pregnant again, happened another girl child. Alexei took his frustration out on his wife, who was a useless wench, likely cheating on him because HE would NEVER produce female children. Nadia’s birth was enough to produce a fit of rage comparable to a hurricane. Burying Gabriella in a corner and cuddling a wriggling baby Nadia to her chest and clutching her wand in her free hand, she waited for silence to creep through the household before moving. The door had slammed, but that didn’t always mean he was entirely gone- but this time he was. Clara always thanked the gods that her girls had been too young to remember what happened to their father. One might have thought that upon seeing his baby daughters, Alexei would have lightened up a bit. At least let a smile curl at the corner of his lips. But the sight had disgusted him. He hadn’t wanted children, but if he were forced into such a predicament, they were to be boy children. He never touched any of his girls- to them, they never had a father. Rafe, Clara’s elder brother, had been there the moment Alexei left to help pick up the pieces, but Clara, frustrated that Rafe hadn’t been a part of her life for the past five years demanded him leave. She didn’t let him back into the house until he came with divorce papers, signed and ready for Clara’s approval. Clara had the sneaking suspicion that her brother had beaten the signatures out of him, but she’d never said so. It was his form of apology. After tears, Rafe helped her pick up the pieces and his wife, a stay at home mother of three, watched Clara’s daughters on the regular so she could train to do what she wanted before life happened. Nadia grew up chasing the shirttails of her three boy cousins and elder sister, always hopping onto brooms and flying high into the sky. Nadia, barely able to walk, usually cried when they’d leave her behind. So she would sit in the field, waiting for them to thump hard on the ground with their brooms in hand before chasing after them again. Despite the obvious feeling of being ignored, Nadia never let it bother her, even after she was big enough to chase after them on brooms. They never wanted her to play, because she was always too tiny. Nadia and her sisters spent so much time at the Ivanova’s that their aunt had basically become their mother. Clara, who’d taken on the harsh task of curse breaking, was constantly travelling and leaving the girls behind. Nadia couldn’t even picture her mother’s face in her mind for more than a split second, even though countless amounts of people told her that she looked like a spitting image of the older woman. Nadia didn’t care. She resented her mother for leaving them behind and never had a close relationship with her. As she grew, Nadia continued being left behind by her sister and cousins. She had to learn to defend for herself, finding solace in reading (her aunt Miri had taught her to read) and spent more time finding comfortable branches in trees so she could hide out and escape to other dimensions in her novels. Nadia never lashed out at her sister for leaving her behind, or her mother for leaving on yet ANOTHER trip to Egypt, remaining the kind and forgiving daughter that Clara hoped she would be. As much as Nadia tried, she just could not hold a grudge. Upon arriving to school and being sorted into Ravenclaw, it was easy for the brunette to make and keep friends. She was loyal and forgiving, and the type of girl they would usually go to advice for. Being a genuinely nice girl, Nadia did find herself being taken advantage of, quite frequently, and adapted quickly to take her honesty and make it, well, completely honest. She was a little brutal, started getting touchier, and began immersing herself entirely in her studies. The long fur capes and uniform that could use a little more styling kept her from paying attention to the other sex, and while a part of her wanted to completely dive into the friendless world, she remained on a friendly level with pretty much everyone she encountered- so long as they could take her viciously honest advice and snarky comments. Nadia very much enjoyed the dark arts classes at Hogwarts. All of her studies were wildly entertaining for her, and she had most of her texts read before even starting school in the fall. Between her studies and her friends, Nadia hardly found time at all to read for pleasure. A disappointing aspect of being in school, she’d come to realize. It was through school that Nadia had gotten closer with her mother. She still resented her for being gone more often than not, but she wrote the woman letters at least once a week, that were reciprocated regularly. It was strange to Nadia that she’d gotten to know her mother better through letters, but she appreciated this small secret that she shared with her mother- she knew that her sisters hadn’t been writing her. It was also through these letters that Nadia had realized that her calling was likely curse breaking, too. She, always curious, liked exploring new places and finding things that others overlooked, and her impeccable skills at magic led her to be quite good at curses, hexes, jinxes, and all their anti’s. It was her sixth year that she’d met Rian Ryland- well, perhaps met wasn’t the right word. They’d had classes together and such, but Nadia had always hidden behind her texts rather than pay much attention to the people around her, always being one to not speak unless spoken to. She’d been doing a lot of exploring, and you didn’t need a group of people to do that. But it was an exploration expedition that she’d ‘met’ Rian, following him into the Room of Requirement and he thinking she was a piece of the room… ah, it was an exciting few weeks until he realized she was real and in a flurry of spontaneous decisions the two had toured many countries together over their summer, and went to school their seventh year in such love it was hard to tear them apart. Nadia didn’t go into curse breaking when she graduated from Hogwarts. The training was too rigorous for her laid-back lifestyle she’d created, and she spent most of her free time travelling with Rian when he wasn’t studying for his internship. Getting lonelier and lonelier, Nadia stopped travelling as much and clung to home, finding herself a job at one of the shops in Diagon Alley where she now spends most of her time. the role player alias • ella age • twenty-five pronouns • she/her code • admin edit other characters • grace f. meadows gabriella e. ivanova

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