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Age: 26
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October 25, 2020


10/26/2020 01:54 PM 


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Adina is a Kazakh-English witch who grew up in a nomadic tribe, traveling through central Asia. Her family’s tribe has a history of having the ability to warg through animals. Adina can see through the eyes of her pet hawk Artemis.

Adina is quiet and well-mannered she's accustomed to living alone so she is often found talking to herself. she prefers the company of animals to people. She is warm-hearted and empathetic to a fault, willing to give someone the shirt off her back if they needed it.


βˆ˜ΰΌšπ©‘ She wants to become a magizoologist.
βˆ˜ΰΌšπ©‘ Her pet eagle Artemis is her best friend. She’s rarely seen without him in the area.
βˆ˜ΰΌšπ©‘ She is an expert shot. She was raised around a bow and arrow.
βˆ˜ΰΌšπ©‘ She was raised Muslim, so even though she doesn’t practice anymore she still doesn’t eat pork. It makes her stomach hurt.
βˆ˜ΰΌšπ©‘ She believes Robert Smith from The Cure and Bjork are wizards/witches. Don’t try and convince her otherwise
βˆ˜ΰΌšπ©‘ She speaks English, Kazakh, Russian, Mongolian and a smidge of Chinese
βˆ˜ΰΌšπ©‘ Adina’s wand is second hand. One of the last wands made by Gregorvitch himself before he passed.
βˆ˜ΰΌšπ©‘ She can’t swim.
βˆ˜ΰΌšπ©‘ She loves to be outside, even when it's raining. You can always find her by the lake, in all types of weather.

Adina’s father was an Russian-English wizard, and her mother a muggleborn Kazakh witch. Her father Eric had traveled through Mongolia to research the witches and wizards of Central Asia, who managed to tame eagles and hawks. The number of these witches and wizards had dwindled, due to the modernization of society. During his travels in inner Mongolia, he met a small nomadic tribe. He met a woman named Yana, who had a particular affinity with her eagle. During a moonlit hunt she confessed to him about her magic. She could see through the eyes of her eagle, and sometimes she thought things to fruition. The whole village had been keeping her a secret from prying eyes and other tribes her entire life. Eric then told her about the wizarding world where he was from. They talked for hours, and their shared secret brought them closer. They married less than a year later. Yana and eric moved back to England, in a little cottage in the hills. It took a while for Yana to get used to modern appliances, and even longer to get used to the noise. Her eagle also accompanied them, living in the area and causing the locals quite the scare. He returned home nightly, and was sometimes sent all the way back home to carry messages. One such message was of Yana’s pregnancy.

Adina was born on a perfectly average rainy Sunday. Her mother had her at home, with her father Eric, and a midwife by her side. She was always a perfectly pleasant baby, preferring to coo and giggle than cry. As a toddler, she kept up with the sunny disposition, oftentimes lost in her imagination, or trying to lead another group of children. As she grew up her friendly and adventurous nature lasted all throughout her childhood. Wherever she went, she attempted to create her own posse, as she couldn’t stand to be alone. When she was six, her mother and father took her back home to Kazakhstan, where her clan had been living. They migrated back to Mongolia. Yana had enough of all the noise, preferring the calm stability of home. They would travel back and forth from Kazakhstan to China throughout the year.

Yana tutored her daughter in the skills she knew best, teaching the child how to master beginner potions. Her father prepped her with simple wand magic. There were no laws here regarding the use of underage magic. It was here, without other children around that Adina had befriended her first eagle. He had landed a few feet away at first, cautious to the eager youngster’s grabby hands. He flew away, and they thought that was the last of him. He returned every day from then on, getting closer and closer. Adina offered him a rat, and from that day they were inseparable. During her afternoon nap she would have a recurring dream, in which she would fly high over the landscape, soaring through the plains. She told her parents about this dream, and they celebrated their daughter's first signs of magic.

When Adina turned 11 she received two letters. One from Hogwarts and one from Koldovstoretz her parents debated on this for days. Her father fought with the idea that she could get a better education at Hogwarts, her mother wanted her to stay close to home. eventually, they came to the decision that Adina would attend Hogwarts. She lacked formal education and struggled to keep up with reading the text. The only class she found solace and comfort in was the study and care of magical creatures, where she shone and excelled. She could feel a connection to each and every animal that was inexplicable. The dreams kept coming. Every night she would inhabit the body of another creature. it was mainly her eagle Artemis at first. It then developed to other animals at the school. She considered it normal, her mother could do it, so couldn’t everyone? It was in class where this was brought to the professor's attention. They pulled her aside to examine her skill. confused, Adina couldn’t understand why this was becoming such a commotion. To her it was simple, like slipping on a glove or falling into a dream. It just happened. She had private lessons scheduled, and her control over it began to increase. She could now do it during waking hours, and even control the body she inhabited. With the help of the professors and even a few of the students, she rose to the occasion. She had planned to attend school to become a professor.

School overwhelmed her. she had always been mediocre at best. Adina felt like she could never measure up. There were whispers from the others, hushed voices in the corners of the common room, and walking through the hallway. She was the primitive girl who lived in a hut. She clung to the hope that one day she would best them all, and set to work to not only improve her primary skills but all of the others as well. She would often fall asleep in the library studying. When the other students saw the effort and drive she displayed they quieted. Although she has worked hard to prove she was worthy, the thoughts still live in the deepest corners of her mind "Am I good enough? Do I truly belong here?”


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