Middle Class — Second Year
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Full Name: Naira Ibette Troy
Nicknames: Her father calls her 'Poppet', but that aside, no.
Birthdate: October 12th, 1868
Current Age: Thirteen years old
Occupation: Hogwarts Student [in the summers she works at her father's forge]
Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff
Wand: Ivy, 12 and 3/4, Unyielding, Unicorn Hair
Blood Status: Half-Blood
Social Class: Middle Class
Family:
Leodegrance Troy - Naira's father, Leo is a Blacksmith in the village of Hogsmeade. He's a very large man, often called Leo the Bear or just the Bear by his friends. Despite this gruff exterior, he's quite the teddy bear, and is incredibly fond of his only daughter.
Hermina Troy - Naira's mother, Mina works as a draper in Hogsmeade, designing and sewing clothing for Upper Class clientele. She works hard, as does Leo, for what they have and she hopes that her efforts will provide Naira with a life of more ease than her parents have had.
Appearance:
Being not only half-blood, but also of mixed race, Naira has faced a fair bit of mockery for her somewhat awkward appearance. Currently very square and chunky, her figure promises to be quite lush and curvy once she hits puberty; she likes to describe herself as resembling one of her father's draft horses at present. Despite being a bit thick around the middle, Naira is mostly muscle thanks to having lent her father a hand in his forge for the past few summers.
One of the few things she likes about her mixed-heritage is her skin color. It's a soft shade of cocoa - lighter than her father's ebony skin, and warmer than her mother's very pale complexion. She does darken a bit in the sunlight, but also embarrassingly develops freckles, and so she tries to avoid going out without some sort of protection as much as possible. Her hair is long and thick, and incredibly wavy - she tries to tame it by braiding it back.
Beautiful green-hazel eyes are set into a face that is more adorable than anything, even though she thinks her wide nose and thick lips are a bit on the ugly side. She often daydreams of being a beautiful as her mother or her aunts, and although she doesn't regret her parents being who they are, she often times wishes that she were one race or the other. It's far more a struggle for her than her mixed-blood; for though her mother is a witch her father's about as muggle as they come.
Possibly the worst thing, though, are what she defines as being her man-hands, though she's directly responsible for them. Muscular and blunt from her time in the forge, her left hand and arm have a bit more visible muscle definition as her left is her dominant hand for everything - including wand work.
History:
Hermina and Leodegrance met and eloped eighteen years ago; their courtship was brief after a chance encounter when the wealthy Hermina was vacationing in London. Despite their many differences - race, socio-economic status, and levels of magic - the pair found a common ground in the form of artistry. Hermina had been designing and sewing her own gowns for years, while Leo preferred to take his craftsmanship to metal work.
Fortunately for Hermina, Leo's steady and kind nature applied to the conversation where she tearfully admitted to her new husband that she was a witch. Since Leo loved her so much, he accepted this as part of what made 'Mina so unique. Together they settled in the south of England - ready to face the difficulties their differing races would bring upon them.
In many ways it was a difficult life. They were very clearly lower class at the beginning of their marriage, and it was only through working hard and steadily that they were able to each open their own shops and cross the gulf into the middle class - which was a blessing, since they now had a toddling baby girl to look after. Naira was the light of their lives, and she nearly immediately began to show signs of having inherited her pureblood mother's magic.
Naira had a happy childhood. Although she was not as spoiled and pampered as her mother had been, she was comfortable and had whatever she wanted. Her maternal grandparents, who had shunned Hermina for running away with a black muggle, recanted once they had news of their granddaughter. They eagerly saw to Naira's education and marveled over her sweet temperament and keen intelligence.
From the get-go, Naira was a pleaser. She did whatever she could to make her parents proud of her, and was contented in helping others. Around the age of five or so, she decided that she wanted to be a doctor or a healer, and it was a dream that her parents nurtured despite the many obstacles to it - including her gender, race, and socio-economic status.
Before long, however, magic began to be outlawed and the moment her parents heard of Hogsmeade they uprooted their family and resettled there, her father setting up a forge and her mother running her dressmaking business from her home. Of course, after a couple of years, Naira was old enough to attend Hogwarts, and her parents had scraped together enough money for her tuition. Hermina was particularly pleased when Naira was sorted not into the anticipated Ravenclaw, but into Hufflepuff - Hermina's own house.
Naira has done well for herself at school, absorbing everything there is to learn, and maintaining very high marks. She still desires to become a Healer someday, and is working very hard to meet that goal.
Sample Roleplay Post:
The heat of the forge was nearly unbearable, and Naira could feel stray hairs sticking to her skin as sweat began to seep from her pores. She generally wore her hair pulled back when she was working like this, but sometimes the unwieldly stuff fell out of its bun just when she needed it to the least. Like today, when her papa was sick in bed and she had offered to do some of his work for him at the forge. He wouldn't hear of it, but Naira was perfectly capable of some of the smaller things.
Why, she'd even helped him make a few cauldrons last summer!
Surely, horse shoes and fire pokers couldn't be so much more troublesome? Actually, they weren't. It wasn't the horse shoes and fire pokers that had driven her to sweating and grunting over this anvil as she carefully hammered the red-hot iron. It was the sword her father had been making for a friend of his that was giving her so much trouble. She leaned back, and grasped the raw blade between her tongs, dropping it into a bucket of cold water. She supposed she could have used her wand to transfigure the raw metal into the desired shape.
Not that they'd actually learned that in school yet, and she wasn't really supposed to use magic in the summer, but Naira could practically see the spell taking shape in her mind. Her papa wouldn't like it, though. Leodegrance had adapted easily to a world of magic he did not share, but he maintained that some things could only be achieved through hard work, or they weren't worth achieving at all. If she wanted to do something wonderful for her papa, she'd have to do it without the skills she'd inherited from her mother.
The twelve year old stripped the gloves from her hands, trying not to look at the square, blunted shape of them. They were powerful hands, that were used to working hard, but they were far from pretty. And of course, like any twelve year old girl, Naira desperately wanted to be pretty. With a frown, she tossed the gloves into the appropriate bin, and stepped out of the forge into the sunlit day, welcoming the cool breeze against her sweaty skin. It was time to go wash up for her afternoon dancing lessons, but Naira couldn't be less interested in them.
Of course, she couldn't say as much to her mother. Hermina wanted her to be accomplished, and Naira had never been able to say no to either of her parents. With a small sigh, she trudged up the slight hill towards the back door of their home. If she was lucky, her mother wouldn't see her in this shape.
OOC:
Name: KC
Age: 23
Contact: MadamPresident06 [AIM]
Other Characters: Artemisia MacTavish [planned], Aramis MacDougal [planned]
How did you hear about us? Caution
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