Post by Micha Volkov on Oct 20, 2010 8:44:06 GMT -5
✦✧✦Micha Volkov✦✧✦
✦☭✦It was a pleasure to burn.✦☭✦
✦☭✦It was a pleasure to burn.✦☭✦
Name: Micha Rolanovna Volkov
Nicknames: Micha
Age: 15
Birthday: December 21
House: Slytherin
Year: Fifth
Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius/Dog
Hair: Black, very thick and curly. She generally wears it either tied back with ribbons or in pigtails.
Eyes: Dark gray.
Skin: Light; not ridiculously pale, but with no hint of sun-kiss, either.
Height: 5'2"
Body Type: Very slender, with only a hint of hips and little to no chest to speak of.
Blood Type: AB
Bloodline: Pure-blood.
Likes: Aleksei, quiet, control.
Dislikes: Emotionial displays, impolite people, slobs, Eric's Boots and Shoes Whites.
Hopes, Dreams, Goals: Advancement.
Fears: n/a
Skills in Magic: Transfiguration and Charms.
Problems in Magic: Divinations.
Wand: Yew and Unicorn Hair, fifteen inches long, inflexible.
Personality: Collected and cool in any situation, Micha carries herself with a quiet arrogance, never allowing herself to become distracted from whatever her current focus is. She is rarely friendly, though she may show a quiet respect to any she might regard as equal to her in power or intelligence. The one thing she especially prides herself on was her ability to lose her native accent, however, whenever under stress that accent has a tendency to become known again.
Relationship Status: Single.
Friends: ...Leonora Foster.
Acquaintances: Leon Foster, Eric's Boots and Shoes Whites, Nemo Nihilim, Gabriel Taylor Adams, Phugsius Charadus, Asher Stone.
Enemies: None.
Rivals: None.
Crushes: None.
Crushes on him/her: Leonora Foster.
Quirks, Bad Habits, Pet Peeves: Tends to cut straight to the point, is often blunt (but always in a polite way) even with those she's just met. She has a very close connection to her familiar, the cat Aleksei, and often speaks to him in public--to most it might seem charming or even cute, but it is really because she considers even a cat more intelligent conversation than most people she meets.
Favorite Food: Mint chocolate-chip ice cream.
Favorite Color: Silver.
Favorite Animal: Lynx.
Favorite Quidditch Position: Seeker.
Favorite Quidditch Team: Vratsa Vultures
Favorite Quidditch Player: Not any in particular.
Favorite Season: Winter.
Favorite Sport: Ice hockey.
Favorite Flower: Oleander
Favorite Book: Too many to name.
Favorite Movie: None.
Favorite Music: American.
Pets: Aleksei, a three-year-old Siberian cat.
Broom: Doesn't posess one.
Heros: Carl von Clausewitz
Interests: Becoming stronger.
Family
Father: Rolan Volkov
Mother: Elizaveta Volkov
Siblings: None.
History:
Micha's parents, both Aurors, met during one war or another, and it is said it was love at first spell. They stuck together, eventually got married, and after Micha came along they attempted to settle down and live a more steady sort of family life. This failed, as both were very active and loved their line of work, and soon they turned to close family members and friends to watch Micha for them while they traveled and went on missions and such. Micha grew up in Petrozavodsk, Russia with these various babysitters until she was seven, at which point she joined her parents where they were working in London. From then on, she accompanied her parents throughout their travels, attending local magic schools whenever they were settled for a length of time and being home-schooled when they were not. Her parents were both extremely intelligent, as well as skilled in magic, and she learned from them in leaps and bounds.
It was during a stay in America that, after an encounter with a particularly wretched child who found it enjoyable to make fun of her for her 'funny voice', she shed her thick Russian accent and began to watch herself--mannerisms, how she dressed, how she spoke--very carefully. She also began to watch others even more carefully; it took some time and careful wording to several authoritative figures -- after all, she did not want to be a flat-out tattle-tale -- but that first bully soon found themselves shipped off to boarding school, and Micha was left alone for the rest of her stay there. It helped, of course, that she found herself quite able at talking others into doing things, and wouldn't they wouldn't do it, well, that's what magic was for, right?
It was noticed, of course, that she was using magic outside of times when it was allowed, but due to her parents, rather than being punished, she was praised for her aptitude. She never had the time or desire to make friends, and perhaps loneliness might have set in were it not for her ability to immerse herself in her studies. When she was eleven, her family moved back to Europe, and she was enrolled in the Durmstrang Institute for Magical Learning, where she thrived. There were finally others that understood the ideas running through her little head, others that respected her and with whom she could work quite capably.
When she started her second year, after reading about the usefulness of a familiar, she acquired a Siberian kitten from the local Muggle pet shop. The feline, what with its almost feral stare and wolf-like shaggy coat, appealed to Micha, and she grew closer to the aptly-named Aleksei (meaning Defender) than she ever had with any of her classmates. She attended Durmstrang until halfway through her second year, at which time her family moved again, this time back to America, where she attended the Salem Academy for Witchcraft until she was 14.
Again, her parents' work called for a move, and again, Micha was dragged along, this time to France, where she was enrolled into the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. A hard shell of cold indifference was formed as she struggled to adjust to the complete 180° in environments. It was also at Beauxbatons where she learned how to dress and carry herself, and by the time she had completed the year there she was a fashionable, pretty young lady -- with a heart of ice.
Her fifth year began, and this time, without her parents being the one to initiate anything, she began to think of moving. She had heard much about some 'Firefox University', and it intrigued her. Her French classmates tried to dissuade her, telling her stories of all sorts of inane happenings, like the dead walking the earth, lycans and vampires popping up everywhere, even dragons. These stories, of course, only further ignited her interest, and though the school year had technically already started, she put in for a transfer -- with her grades and her parents, it couldn't be ignored, of course, and not a few weeks later she found herself on her way to Spain.