Name: Kasamir Aloysius Patrovna


Basic Information:

Nicknames: Kas, only his mother ever called him Aloysius

Age: Sixteen

Birthday: February 15, 2049

Blood Status: Half-Blood

Wand: Eleven inches long, Rowan wood and phoenix feathers, long, straight and pliable

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Face Claim: Yuichiro Hyakuya from Owari no Seraph


School and Career:

Attending: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

House: Slytherin (Prefect)

Year: Sixth

Best Lessons:

■ Defense Against the Dark Arts
■ Potions
■ Charms

Worst Lessons:
■ Herbology
■ Astronomy
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Electives Taken: Alchemy, Arithmancy, Cursebreaking, Ghost and Ghoul Studies, Mythology, Study of Ancient Runes, Wandless Magic, Wizard Law

Clubs:

■ Slytherin Quidditch Team (Beater)
■ Adventurer's Guild (Captain)
■ Hogwarts Chess Association (Club Founder and Captain)
■ Culinary Club

OWL Scores:

Astronomy - A
Charms - O
Defense Against the Dark Arts - O
Herbology - EE
History of Magic - O
Potions - O
Transfigurations - EE

Alchemy - O
Arithmancy - O
Cursebreaking - EE
Ghost and Ghoul Studies - O
Mythology - O
Study of Ancient Runes - O
Wandless Magic Practice - EE
Wizard Law - O

NEWT Scores:

■ Astronomy ~ X
■ Charms ~ X
■ Defense Against the Dark Arts ~ X
■ Herbology ~ X
■ History of Magic ~ X
■ Potions ~ X
■ Transfiguration ~ X
■ Elective ~ X

Current Employment: Student

Dream Job: Kas considered becoming an Auror, but has instead settled on going into the Ministry as a member of the Prosecution Service


Personality:

■ Imaginative- Kas enjoys being in his own little world, sometimes at the expense of what he’s doing in the real world. This also means he can come up with solutions to problems that might not necessarily come to others
■ Practical- Thankfully, his imaginative streak is leavened with a measure of ‘groundedness’; while he might come up with a really great and cool idea, he’ll be the first to torpedo it if he doesn’t think it’ll actually work.
■ Headstrong- Kas has learned that there are times when one must stick to one’s principles, whether folk like it or not. He also knows that one has to carry on with life, even if he might not care to sometimes.
■ Scarred- Physically and emotionally. Kas was in a massive railway accident, he saw both of his parents and his older sister die (yes, he will see the thestrals) and was grievously injured into the bargain himself. While the injuries have healed, he has vivid nightmares ('I hear their screams in the night, and I see their faces in the flames') and scars, most of which are hidden by his clothes and his hair.
■ Loyal- As a result of seeing his parents die, Kas hangs onto his remaining emotional attachments a little bit tighter than might be expected.
■ Moody- There are times when his moods take a bad turn, and his temper grows short. When he gets into these times, Kas will be elsewhere, rather than cause issue for others

Likes:

■ Russian Apple Cake
■ Books, particularly adventure novels
■ Chocolate Salami and pancakes
■ Hockey, follows the national team
■ Playing games with his cousins

Dislikes:

■ Having folk pestering him constantly
■ Really spicy foods; at some point it just becomes pain and chemistry
■ June, the accident happened then, really not overly fond of trains either
■ Hot weather
■ Beets

Hobbies:
■ Creative writing and RPG gaming (He's designing and writing his own RPG world based on Slavic folklore)
■ Wizard Chess
■ Hockey
■ Tournament Chess (Kas has recently earned a rating of 'Master' with the World Chess Federation)

Strengths:
■ Willpower- When it matters, Kas will marshal whatever levels of courage required to see things done.
■ Problem-solver- Kas is good at solving problems. Math problems, chess problems, puzzles

Weaknesses:

■ Depression issues as a result of the accident
■ Claustrophobia (sleeps with an open window no matter how cold it gets)

Fears:

■ Closed in spaces
■ Dying like his parents

Patronus:
Happy Memory to Summon Patronus:

Special Abilities:
Animagus Form:
Apparation Status: Currently enrolled in the class
Flying Certification: Yes

Languages:

■ Russian (fully fluent)
■ English (fully fluent, however Kasamir has a strong Russian accent)
■ German (Fluent enough, but can read it better than he can speak it)
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History:

Childhood: Kasamir is the younger son of Piotr Morozov and Merriam Patrovna. He was born in Edinburgh, where his father was student at the College of Engineering, and Merriam was a functionary at the Ministry of International Cooperation. His earliest memories were of his parents and his blonde-haired older sister. His coal-black hair and green eyes were seen as a bit of an oddity, as neither of his parents nor his sister had features like that.

When Kass was three, the family moved to Arkhangelsk, Russia, after his father graduated from school and took a job with Gazprom, a major natural gas supplier in the Russian Federation. As it worked out, living there allowed him to get close to his mother’s branch of the Patrovna family, and get introduced to the wonders of the Wizarding World. Other than that, the family lived much any other Muggle family in the Federation, with the usual issues that happen.

School Years: Everything changed when Kasamir turned ten years old. In June of 2058, he and his family were taking a family trip, paid for by the company, when the train they were on derailed and several cars exploded and caught fire. Kasamir saw his parents burn to death in front of him, and though he and Lana were badly injured in the accident, they managed to crawl out of the wreckage before he blacked out from the pain. When Kasamir eventually woke up, he learned Lana died in the hospital in St. Petersburg the night they were brought in, and he’d been badly burned as well.

After being discharged from hospital, Kasamir returned to Arkhangelsk to live with his cousins and recover. Though he received magical healing, there were still scars, and he suffers vivid nightmares from the accident. On top of that, he started having magical incidents take place, centered on him. His cousins were delighted, of course; this was good news, he’d inherited the magical talents his mother had. Right around the anniversary of the accident, an owl arrived, bearing a letter from Hogwarts…Hogwarts?!

The Sorting Hat:
The Professor set the hat down carefully on the student's head. For a moment the hat was silent before speaking....
Wonderful Sorting Hat! Why thank you much!
This school as well is full of many unexpected things,
but don't worry, you'll get quite used to it in...

SLYTHERIN!


First Year: Somebody up there is having a good laugh at my expense. I got accepted into the same House as my Aunt Faina, something I greatly appreciated, right up until I found out where I'd be sleeping. Sure, the Gryffindors and the Ravenclaws get to live up in towers, I'm bunking in a glorified tomb, under a lake. Yes, there are windows, allowing a bit of light, if one doesn't mind it being filtered through the water of the Black Lake, but forget getting any fresh air in, which doesn't do my clautrophobic issues any good, except forcing me to confront them on a daily and nightly basis. I have nightmares most nights, feeling the flames licking up and coming to claim me, only to wake up in a cold sweat inside a rock-walled dormitory, and try my best not to wake my roommates. As I said, somebody is having a good laugh at my expense.

There's no hockey, or bandy (no surprise, we are in Scotland, not Russia), but there is Quidditch, so, naturally I tried my hand at the only game in town. I made Beater, which means I shot iron cannonballs at people, while others do the same, and I have to divert them. Have to admit, there is a certain amount of satisfaction whacking a ball with a bat and sending it on its way. Unfortunately, our team has certain problems, specifically a neophyte, patzer of a Seeker, and all the other teams have Seventh Years as theirs'. Needless to say, our doom was sealed the moment our roster was settled.

It's not all bad, though, I found a group of gamers to hang with; too bad all the gaming books I had were ones they weren't familiar with and printed in Russian. I like my Potions and Charms classes, but I could do without taking Astronomy in the middle of the night and hiking up and down from the highest tower in the school. I'm also pretty sure the Dark Arts education I'm getting isn't half what I could have had if I'd gone to Durmstrang with my other friends. I'll have to compare notes over the summer if I have the chance.

Second Year: Going into my second year, I established the Hogwarts Chess Association, created to foster interest an advance Wizard Chess and similar games in school, and possibly lead to inter-school tournaments. How this place didn't have such an organization already escapes me. Was duly pleased to get a good turnout, including our Quidditch Captain, and Prefect, Brianna, and her second shadow, Csuri. Speaking of things quidditch, also put in a good solid effort being a member of the Slytherin Quidditch team and we not only swept all the other teams but won the Quidditch Cup and the House Cup.

Third Year: After school let out, I returned to London, and learned things changed for my adoptive guardian. My aunt was now Head Auror for the Ministry offices in St. Petersburg, owing to her seniority and her facility with the Russian language and culture. As a result, our lodgings changed, and now we're living in a largish flat in the heart of Russia's original capital. Being Head Auror, my Aunt Faina had a number of operatives working under her, and so she wasn't doing as much fieldwork as she might have previously, however her schedule made being a family difficult.

I spent a good amount of my time being with my cousins and visiting my friends who were attending Durmstrang. Grandma Patrovna gifted me with a Moscow Watchdog, whom I've named 'Medved' which translates to 'bear'. When I got him, he looked like a tiny St. Bernard, and I was warned he wouldn't stay little for long, and I would need to learn how to control him sooner than later. Over the summer I participated in a World Chess Federation sanctioned chess tournament, where I placed high enough in the junior division, I was able to earn enough points to get my 'Master' ranking in that body.

Returning to school was a near run thing, as we were running a little late, and my grandparents got me to the platform with only minutes to spare, having just enough time to load my trunk and say farewell (we do not say 'good-bye', it invites tragedy) before needing to board the Express. Things went much smoother upon getting to school, with my Chess Club getting more of a presence in the school in its second year of existence, including featuring with some prominence in the newly announced Club Carnivale to take place at the end of the year, an event sponsored by our newly appointed Head Girl, Linsey Grey-Cavendish.

One of the things I was most looking forward to was the return to Quidditch, as it meant being able to spend more time with Hesperia. I'm not sure whys and the hows of it all, but I've started looking forward to seeing her and spending more time with her, and I spent a goodly amount of effort keeping her from being bludgeoned by Bludgers during our matches. Winning our first match, I was sure we'd repeat our performance last year, and our Captain spoke of renewing a Slytherin dynasty such as what was experienced decades previously when her mother played here at school. Pretty cool thought, and it lasted right until we lost our next match, and then the pressure was on to win our last one if we wanted a shot at the Quidditch Cup.

At a point towards the late end of the semester was the dreaded 'boggart class'. I say dreaded as it required of us to face a boggart, a creature that visited upon its victims all the absolute worst events of our lives and laid bare the sum of our worst fears. Most of my classmates had the usual phobias one might expect, and when my turn came the creature came screaming out of that locked chest. I was visited by my nightmares in the waking world, and I could smell my flesh burning as well as hear the screams of the trapped souls still inside the twisted metal of the train. So could everybody else apparently, as it was enough to basically clear out the classroom. I refused to run, wasn't planning to, no matter what. I laughed and told the boggart that it already had its shot at killing me, and I was still there before sending it back into its box.

We won our last match, and so our season was not lost, but the Cup was, as we hadn't earned enough goals to surpass Ravenclaw's totals. But it wasn't a total loss, as I was spending time with Hes. When the Carnivale came, we were both looking for each other, so we could spend time together. We had a nice meal there, and I tried Greek food with her. I get lost looking in her eyes and I found she has the cutest fangs and an allergy to garlic. It's possible she could be a dhampir, a half-vampire, not that such things mean anything to me, and I'll not push her on the subject, as I could be totally off base and maybe ruin a good thing, more to the point, I want to have earned enough of her trust for her to confide in me such a revelation.

I think next year I'll be joining Cooking Club with her...
In the meantime, I have an international tournament in Moscow to prepare for.

Fourth Year: The tournament in Moscow went rather well, as I made it all the way to the quarterfinals before having to concede to the girl who ended up winning the whole thing. Despite this, I still accumulated accreditation points towards earning the rank of Grandmaster. Mind you, there's still a long way for me to go to achieve that, and I still need to actually win tournaments rather than placing in the top ranks, but I'm not complaining as I still get international exposure. In between tournaments I took the chance to do some shopping and picked up gifts for Hes.

She's really occupied my thoughts a lot lately, enough that I've told my family about her rather, rather frequently according to Aunt Katya. Enough so she was the one person I wanted to see more than any other when I got back to school, and enough so that she was inspiration for me to add the whole of the southern regions in my campaign world, corresponding to the Caucasus, Armenia, Türkiye and the Greek isles. All summer I was planning to ask her out since we both could go on Hogsmeade weekends this year, and ask her to be my girlfriend, as I got the feeling she wanted to reciprocate.

This year added a new wrinkle to my school life. Instead of going to school and coming home for Christmas alone, my second cousin, Katya's, elder son, Dymitri was old enough to accompany me. Alynn, as he styles himself is not like me, he barely speaks Russian, and when he does it is with a horrendous Scottish accent and is more of a boisterous sort who's into collecting comic books and keeps a ferret as a pet, rather like his father, Cousin Cian. We have Quidditch in common, though not much else. Both Faina and Katya have asked me to act in the stead of an older brother for Alynn, even if he barely listens to what I say. After being effectively an only child since Lana died, I'm not sure how well I will fulfill this duty. I wish she was here to advise me on what to do, and, better still, what not to do, but she isn't, takova zhizn.

With Brianna Quinn-Smith graduating, Csuri was now captain of Slytherin Quidditch, and I was wondering who she might call upon to be her second. To be honest, I would have been delighted to be considered, but I wasn't sure how we'd mesh, given her volatile moods and her anti-social proclivities. The longer the summer went on, the more I realized I'd been passed over, and maybe it was just as well. It was my sincere hope that whoever Csuri picked could keep this crew of Snakes on track this year and could weather their captain's unpredictable moods.

Arriving at the station, I was greeted by the vision of my intended in this beautiful dark blue dress. I was blown away, enough so I was recalling poetry by Lord Byron (Mister 'Mad, Bad, and Dangerous to Know' himself), and immediately hoping I'd see in that dress again sometime soon. I soon found out Hes was not only Csuri's deputy, but she was joining Chess Club and the Adventurer's Guild, and I reciprocated by joining the Culinary Club, so we could have ... well, 'couple time', even if we weren't exactly a couple yet.

Well, the first game of the season didn't go so well for us, in fact nothing really went right, and we lost. My record of consecutive games with a save ended, and poor Hes was injured due to my lapse. If she didn't have clues as to my feelings for her previously, she certainly did when I carried her in my arms all the way to the Hospital Wing, promising I would carry her to the ends of the Earth if she wished it. Thankfully we won our second match, as I'm not sure how Csuri would have handled things afterwards.

As the year progressed, there was a school-wide pick-up Quidditch match announced. I strongly suspect it was arranged to give Sebastian Moon, Gryffindor's luckless Seeker, a boost, as he ended up anchoring one of the teams, an ad-hoc collection of mainly second-string and younger players. Alynn actually got into the mix as a Chaser, while Hes and I wound up on opposing sides. We discussed the matter and agreed that if I sent a Bludger her direction it was only because the game situation required for it to be done. As things worked out, neither of us really ended up being a major factor in the match, although I got my game back on track and made several important saves, and Moon scored a win.

Our last match of the year was against the luckless Lions, owners of a losing streak stretching back across seasons of play, and sure enough everybody was pulling for them just so Sebastian could finally have something to hang his metaphorical hat upon. Csuri wasn't having any of it, nor was I; there was a job to be done and a game to be won, and maybe a Cup to earn, although the odds of that were not so good. In the end, we won, but it didn't feel like it, it was a hollow victory where we won a match which would have meant so much more for the loser to win, and for the victor to accrue so little in the win, as Ravenclaw scored the Cup despite our best efforts.

During the last Hogsmeade weekend of the term that Hes and I resolved a matter long simmering between us. The question of whether we were an actual couple or not was never definitely answered, even though there were certainly clues throughout the year. Until our visit to the Hobbit's Hangout, where Hes finally asked the question that I'd been planning to ask somewhere else a little more private. I kissed her right there in the gaming store, in front of the dice display. Now we were a couple I suggested I visit her in Greece when I attended my first chess tournament of the summer in Athens, only to learn she lived in London, and the trip would require her grandparents to provide escourt. I then suggested maybe we try for Paris, the tournament in August, as the trip from London was no more than a daytrip these days.

Shortly after coming home, I received my supplies list for the coming year, and it came with a Prefect badge, and I was tapped by Ruth to succeed her as Captain of the Adventurer's Guild. Things were already taking an interesting turn ...

Fifth Year:

Sixth Year:

Seventh Year:


Postgraduation:


Relationships:

Family: Piotr Morozov (father, deceased), Merriam Patrovna (mother, deceased), Lana Petrovna (older sister, deceased), Papa and Baba Patrovna (great-grandparents), Reyna Patrovna (great aunt), Faina Patrovna (second-cousin, adoptive aunt), Kitty ‘Kitten’ (ne Katya Patrovna) Quinlan (second cousin), Cian Quinlan (second cousin by marriage to Kitty Quinlan), Dymitri Alynn Quinlan (third cousin), Aleksandr Quinlan (third cousin), Alenka Quinlan (third cousin), Sergei Patrovna (great ‘uncle’ (cousin)), Freddie Harcroft (second cousin, once removed), Katie Harcroft (second cousin, once removed), Natalya Stepanovich-Patrovna (cousin, and unofficial little sister)

Friends: Members of the Slytherin Quidditch team, the Adventurer's Guild and the Hogwarts Chess Association

Best Friend:

Romantic Interest: Hesperia 'Hes' Sophia Argryis

Enemies: Well, I suppose Lady Olesya, the hag I helped thwart, and (by extension) the Winter Council, as well as a cannibalistic House Elf named Malyshev, since I cut him with my sword, and he managed to escape during the raid where we rescued Natalya

Pets: A Moscow Watchdog named 'Medved', which translates to 'Bear' in Russian. He's a puppy, only takes commands in Russian, and looks like a small St. Bernard (though not so small anymore). Grandma Patrovna gave him to me as a gift when I visited St. Petersburg over the summer of 2062.

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