DRAGANOV, Emiliya Sofija

[Emiliya Draganov]

the Life and Lies of

emiliya.sofija.draganov

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Flesh, Blood and Bone
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AGE:[/color]
Fifteen.
NICKNAMES:[/color]
Liya, Sofi; she prefers the former because her mother knew her by the latter.
DATE OF BIRTH:[/color]
August 12th, 1979.
HOUSE:[/color]
Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff.
YEAR:[/color]
Fifth.
OCCUPATION:[/color]
Student.
WAND:[/color]
Black Ironwood – 15½ Inches – Dragon Heart String core.
BROOM:[/color]
Nimbus 2000.
SEXUALITY:[/color]
Lesbian.

the Ghoul in Pajamas
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HAIR:[/color]
Her hair is red, but never quite seems sure if it wants to be the color of blood, a normal red, orange-blonde, or perhaps a dark auburn like her mother’s; Liya just attributes this to an extreme case of accidental magic in her youngest years, and doesn’t think much of it.
EYES:[/color]
Cat-like and very dark, her eyes seem to look right into people’s souls – which is why most other students avoid her gaze.
HEIGHT:[/color]
5’11½” – and yes, the half does matter.
WEIGHT:[/color]
115lbs.
BUILD:[/color]
Athletic, but also incredibly skinny. (Her muscles are wiry, but her bones can be seen.)
DISTINCT MARKINGS:[/color]
None, though her mother often told her she looked very much like her father.
CLOTHING STYLE:[/color]
Liya likes wearing dark clothes, and as such she can be seen, when not wearing her uniform, a fitted long-sleeved shirt of varying dark colors, along with dark-wash jeans.
OVERALL:[/color]
Liya is very tall and really quite skinny; Quidditch kept her in shape, but after her mother’s death, she just retreated back into herself – she stopped eating much as well. She has been told her face looks much like her father’s, with her slightly high forehead; cat-like, dark eyes; slightly long, straight nose; her small mouth, and her almost haughty-looking cheekbones. Her hair is red, but is ever quite sure if it wants to be the color of blood, a normal red, orange-blonde, or perhaps a dark auburn like her mother’s; Liya just attributes this to an extreme case of accidental magic in her youngest years, and doesn’t think much of it. She seems to possess a wiry power, but what with how anti-social she is, she hardly ever puts this on display. Concerningly, if one were to see her even topless, her ribs could be counted, and her hip bones seen from even a few feet away – probably why she never lets anyone close enough to her and her emotions to see that. Also, her near-permanent frown has etched small lines around her mouth, enhancing her resemblance to a man she has never before met just that much more.
PLAY-BY:[/color]
Hayley Williams.

the Parting of the Ways
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LIKES:[/color]

• Women.
  
• Potions.
  
• Quidditch.
  
• Her mother.
  
• Solitude.
  
• Reading.
  
• Learning.
  
• Silence.
  
• Being alone.
  
• Competence.

DISLIKES:[/color]

• Men.
  
• Snow.
  
• Rain.
  
• Cold.
  
• Dvination.
  
• Being bothered when she wants to be alone.
  
• Being bothered at all.
  
• Having her books taken.
  
• Being mocked because of her silence.
  
• Her father.

STRENGTHS:[/color]

• Potions.
  
• Quidditch.
  
• Her intellect.
  
• Schooling her expression blank.
  
• Getting people to leave her alone without so much as saying a word.

WEAKNESSES:[/color]

• Dealing with her emotions.
  
• Expressing her emotions.
  
• Her temper (something she definitely inherited from her father).
  
• Her ability to hate.
  
• Her ability to hold a grudge.

DEMENTOR:[/color]
When she learned of her mother’s illness, and subsequent death. She hates remembering this because it also reminds her of how she used to be – and just how much her mother’s death changed her.
BOGGART:[/color]
Her mother’s corpse. She fears this because it connects to her nightmares; though she never witnessed the event itself, she continually dreams of her mother’s death.
AMORTENTIA:[/color]
Lavender, clean soap, snow/rain (though she hates both), and incense from the churches back in Bulgaria.
OVERALL:[/color]
Emiliya is a quiet, studious individual. She's always been bright and happy, but also content to be by herself with her books and her mother. (She was quick to be judged as anti-social, and she just accepted this as it was.) Or, that was before her mother passed away rather suddenly. Now, her personality has changed to reflect her emotional and physical changes. The most noticeable, is that Liya hasn't spoken since she learned of her mother's death three months previous.

She's recently retreated even further back into herself, now that she's in a completely new country - and with a man whom she knows is her father, but knows nothing else about. Once full of life and a zeal for learning, Emiliya is now somewhat despondent and depressed. Oh, she'll learn and do well on tests and things, but no-one has even gotten one word, or even an enthused reaction from her since her mother passed away. It's almost as if... when her mother died, a good part of Emiliya died as well.

Her likes are few of late, and some only she herself knows of, such as that she is attracted to women. Otherwise, things that tickle her fancy – to put it lightly – are reading, Quidditch, potions, and her mother (the last falls under the “love” category, but that is neither here nor there…). Liya also dislikes few things, but the most prominent happen to be men, divination, snow, rain, disappointing her mother, and for the moment, she dislikes her father. Not to say that this was hasty… How could anyone like the person whom supposedly fathered them, if said person sent perhaps a total of four letters at most in fifteen years?

As to her fears, strengths, weaknesses, and habits… they are all easily enough explained. To begin with her fears, she fears being hated, though she doesn’t ever show it or let on to it, and has almost been turned to insomnia by her recurring nightmares of her mother’s passing (even if she was at school when it occurred). Her strengths lie in potions, her intellect, and schooling her expression blank; conversely, her weaknesses lie in her emotions (expression, dealing with, or otherwise), her temper (that is one thing she most definitely inherited from her father), and her ability to hold grudges/hate. To conclude, her habits are slightly less… Profound, is perhaps the word. She tends to place her hands into her pockets often, bite her nails when she’s extremely nervous or scared, and she has the bad habit of not taking her medicating potions (appetite stimulant, anti-depressant, dreamless sleep).

the Ancient and most Noble House of Draganov
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MOTHER:[/color]
Aneliya Draganov - Deceased – Very close to Emiliya
FATHER:[/color]
Severus Snape – Hogwarts Potions Master – Estranged
SIBLINGS:[/color]
None she knows of.
OTHERS:[/color]
None.
OVERALL:[/color]
Conceived in December of 1978 and born in August of 1979, Liya was most definitely not a planned baby. She was told of the circumstances surrounding her conception and birth when she was older, and Liya can’t really say she was surprised. Her father's explanation – in a letter, she still notes with disgust – was that, as it had only been a scant few months since Lily's engagement to James Potter, when he had come across Aneliya, whom looked so like his first and only love... He had been unable to stop himself. Things had taken their course, and Liya was born nine months later.

She was also not surprised that neither of her parents had felt anything for the other, save for one night of attraction.

Being raised by her mother, whom remained single, in Bulgaria, Liya's childhood was relatively quiet. She began reading at a young age, and her mother made it a point to foster her daughter's love of knowledge in whatever way she could. Liya also quickly showed an uncanny aptitude for knowing about herbs and plants, especially about what they were used for, where to find them, and the best way to gather them. She began showing that talent at six, being able to rattle off the aforementioned information after having only heard it three times at most.

Liya had very few friends while growing up, but she liked it that way. She could spend more time with her mother learning, or reading without the noise and mess of other children to deal with. Some called her self-absorbed, and uncannily anti-social, but Aneliya just put it down to her daughter's scholarly nature, which she must have inherited from her father. As for how others saw this... Liya would always hear people whispering, saying things about her; mostly that she was so strange because she was half-foreign. As a child, she ignored them; as an adolescent and young teen, she would fling harsh words right back at them.

Liya started attending Durmstrang when she was eleven years of age. Here, she quickly transferred her knowledge of herbs and plants to potions, finding that she both loved the subject, and had an innate knack for it. She was placed in the dorm which would have been equivalent to Ravenclaw, because of her intellect. Though she knew a few children in her year, she never really had friends. As when she was a child, she preferred to be alone with her studies and her books.

The next three years passed quietly. For Liya, nothing much changed. She still had few friends, and still excelled in her studies. In her second year, she began receiving sporadic and extremely formal letters from her father. There would be many months between letters, but Aneliya still began teaching Liya English, so that she could eventually write back herself. As with all her studies, Liya grasped the language quickly, and practiced whenever she could, be it in writing, reading, or speaking. She didn't know at the time how much she would be grateful for this knowledge.

Just two months before Liya turned fifteen, her mother took sick and passed away shortly after. Liya was both shocked and incredibly saddened by this. She withdrew completely, speaking to no-one, and not even communicating to teachers. It was as if she had gone mute. It was decided, by the administrators of Durmstrang that she would be sent to live with the only living relative she had - her father, in England. Liya, as usual said nothing to this, and her teachers, whom had grown fond of the girl, hoped that she could be helped to deal with her grief, and perhaps get some meat back on her bones, as she had become much thinner since her mother's death.

And so, Liya has been sent to England - to Hogwarts, to be placed in the care of her father. What will happen now, only time will tell, though it is a good thing that she will be attending along with the group of students selected for the TriWizard Tournament, so that she can have an eye kept upon her. In the end, her teachers are just afraid she might try to take her own life, and hope to help her make the transition as smoothly as is possible.

at Flourish and Blotts
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What we can call you:[/color] Sam.
Time zone:[/color] Mountain.
How you found us:[/color] Browsing ProboardsSupport.
Best way to contact you:[/color]PM.

Emiliya was frightened, to say the least. She didn't let it show, of course, as she hardly allowed anything to register on her face these days. She had hoped that she could lose herself in the sea of students, but there were still whispers running among them. Whom was this new girl? What was with her fiery red hair, and snow white skin? Granted, redheads in England tended to be pale, but no-one had ever seen a redhead, or anyone else for that matter, with such ghostly pale skin that the blue veins could be seen through it. Add to that the fact that she had no Hogwarts robes - not even the black, House-less ones which the first years wore - and that she never so much as uttered a sound, and the rumors began to fly.

Liya exhaled softly through her nose, which could have been interpreted as a sigh. No-one would have understood - no-one did understand that she liked her silence. Well, that, and it was like a security blanket for her. After her mother's rather sudden death, and then being sent here all the way from Bulgaria... She didn't want to be close to anyone, as it hurt too much to lose them in the end. And, what better way to ensure that she was never close to someone again, than by not speaking? Yes, there was a logical reason behind it, but the emotional was at the fore-front of her mind for now.

Her expression - or lack-there-of - did not change, as she lingered in the back of the Great Hall; both this, and her Durmstrang boys' uniform (she was too tall (5'11") and far too skinny (110lbs) to look anything other than horrendous in the girls' uniform) caused her to stand out. She had heard stories from those of her school whom had come here last year about Hogwarts, but the stories didn't do justice what she had seen so far. Of course, being both practical and loyal, Emiliya couldn't say that she was impressed. No castle - no school would ever replace Durmstrang, no matter how grand or inviting. That was another thing - her practicality screamed at the frivolous, extravagant displays this place put on, but as always, she allowed nothing to show on her face. Her eyes remained slightly dull, an air of slight obscurity and definite indifference hung about her like a cloak.

Needless to say, she hoped that no-one noticed the extremely striking resemblance her mother had always said she bore to her father, minus the fact that her hair was red, and that her nose was simply straight and a fair bit smaller. She knew her cheekbones were high and sharp, her nose straight and almost regal-looking; her forehead not too high, the shape of her eyes somewhat cat-like... No, Liya wasn't a vain person, but as her mother had always said she looked so much like her father, Liya had spent a few hours scrutinizing her face in her looking glass this past summer. She wasn't vain, she was practical.

That, and she wanted to know the man whom had fathered her on sight; it was a defense mechanism she employed – the idea was that, if she could spot him first, she could get even a small advantage.

the Writing on the Wall
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