"Today is a gift. That's why it's called the present."
Name
Natasha Nicole Daggerman
Age
17
Year
7th.
Gender
Female. Unless she's...well...we'll get to that part later.
House
Vulpes.
Pet
None. Her cat dropped dead last year and she's hesitant to get a new one.
Wand
Hickory wood, dragon heartsring core, 12 and 1/2 inches. {x}
Birthplace
Boston, Massachusetts.
|| Pranks // Quotes // Revenge // Black coffee // Crystals // Changing her appearance // Flying on broomsticks // Sarcasm // Intelligence // Athleticism // Cigarettes // Gory movies and Spaghetti Westerns // Eye shadow // Swords // Travelling // Dares // Bets // Gambling // Alcohol // Although she is musically inept, jam sessions // Spontaneous dancing and laughter // Defense Against the Dark Arts // Quidditch // Dragons // Criticism // Reality // Potions (not making them, drinking them) // Chinese food // Honesty // Cold weather ||
|| Tropical climates // People who replace swear words for more censored exclamations // Confinement // Herbology // Cheaters // Prejudice // Whimsicality // Quiet and awkwardness // Some of the people in her house // Her dad // Chewing tobacco // Champagne // Bitches // Nails on a chalkboard // Sappy romance novels // Sappy couples in the common room // Sappy romantic-comedies // Anything sappy // Sporks // Boring people // Hot pink // Bees // Demerits // Her old school // Standardized tests // The place she calls home ||
Satyrical, Intelligent, Stubborn, Vulnerable.
Natasha Daggerman is the classic "funny girl" of Magnus Grexx. Despite not being a part of the popular crowd, she has a tendency to draw people into her conversations as though she were a living, breathing magnet. She's so risky, sarcastic, down-to-earth and courageous that it surprises people to learn that she's a Vulpes instead of a Ferres. Born a metamorphmagi, she has the ability to change her appearance at will. Natasha doesn't use her power for her own means, but rather for jokes and games. She adores making jests at people and having fake arguments, but of course, the serious lot of the school can't stand her happy-go-lucky demeanor. She can be a little bit crude and immature at times, but she still has a straight enough moral compass to know what's right and wrong. It's been bent over the years, but it still works fine.
Most assume that Tasha's comedic dialogue stems from the fact that she's actually shielding a hypersensitive heart. This is plausible to an extent, as like so many people enrolled in the academy, she too has experienced her fair share of heartbreak and trauma. Because of this, she feels an obligation to shelter over the weak and wounded (as well as close friends and family) in order to protect herself. She hates those who sugarcoat over the atrocities of the world, and would much rather die misanthropic than live with her head forever lost in the clouds. Although she reads about it and lives in it every time she attends her daily classes, she can't deal with fantasy. She's not much of a sensual, romantic person either. However, she can be if someone either persuades her or puts her in the mood. It's true that she is opinionated to a very bold extent, but that doesn't mean Natasha is a complete bigot. She'll change if she is proven wrong. Either that, or if she independently finds evidence that goes against her opinion. And she WILL find evidence...being a Vulpes, she has a knack for finding the little tiny details that nobody else sees.
If there's one thing about Natasha that she's famous for, it's the fact that she never says no to a challenge. Doesn't matter if the challenge is jumping off a bridge into the water below or getting a B+ on her Potions exam - she'll do whatever it takes to prove that she's not a coward. This gets her into a great deal of trouble at times, but it makes her stand out among the other students. Still, there's always a part of her that wants to be smart throughout all situations. There's nothing this loyal, stubborn girl wants more than witticism, originality, and most importantly, acceptance. After all, the last trait is something she's lacked throughout her life.
Long ago, two women sat face-to-face inside of a bar. They both drank coffee instead of whiskey, and smiled at each other with gleaming white teeth. One of them was ordinary. The other was psychic.
The psychic woman handed the ordinary woman a deck of cards, and told her to shuffle them freely. She did as she was told, and when she was content, she handed the cards back to their owner. The psychic woman spread the cards out on the table, and gave her customer a cheap reading for fifteen dollars. Nothing was all that exciting, and the ordinary woman was just about ready to sling her purse over her shoulder and exit the premises, until the psychic woman commanded her to stop.
"Wait!" she cried, her eyes closed, one hand on her forehead. "I see a light in you! No definite race or color...malleable to the greatest extent. A beacon that will shine from your womb...a beacon that will travel across the sea to its destiny."
The ordinary woman considered the psychic's prophecy to be some sort of false delusion...at least until her pregnancy test came back positive four weeks later. Two weeks later, and she told her husband that he would soon be a father. Eight months after that, and Natasha Nicole Daggerman was born. It was a joyous day...until the baby's skin, hair and eyes wouldn't stop changing colors. Her features...malleable to the greatest extent. That was when the ordinary woman knew that she had some explaining to do.
She clarified to her husband that their daughter's real father was someone who was actually extraordinary...a shapeshifting man, she called him. A man she had been persuaded to follow home from the bar right after the psychic had stated her prediction. A man who was long gone. Except, he wasn't long gone. He lived and breathed in the couple's relationship, and soon enough, his presence brought the husband's and wife's marriage to an abrupt end.
The husband was left with a bastard daughter in the middle of Boston, Massachusetts. He lost everything; his job, his old house, and even his sanity. He took out his loss on his growing girl, who tolerated it almost willingly. He convinced her that all people could change their appearance like she could, except that they kept it a secret. "It's not polite to change in public," he told her. "It's unholy to change who you truly are."
So when she was five years old, the girl vowed to herself that she would never use her powers again. Only in the reflection of her mirror inside her apartment would she be able to see herself change. In order to support herself and her father, she built lemonade stands right next to bus stops and shined shoes for businessmen on the sidewalk. Those attempts at gaining a profit only earned her a couple of dollars a day, which continued to make her father take out his loss on her. As an escape, she went to a normal school with normal kids. She wore baggy clothes because she was poor, which her classmates considered different. It was scary being different, so she developed a happy personality to hide her pessimistic one. The girl wanted to say she had no friends, but of course, that was bullshit. She had cold, grey, useless friends to match everything else in her life...
And then on her eleventh birthday, a letter came to the door.
It came from a place called the Salem Witches' Institute, and urged Natasha to enroll in their next school year, which, from the letter, seemed to be filled with magical shenanigans and descriptions only found in fantasy novels. Her father, in disgust and rampage, finally told his daughter the truth about her identity. An argument ensued, and blood was shed on Natasha's part. Her patriarch promptly stomped to his car, heading to the bar in order to drink his troubles away. That's when she got a phone call that he was being treated at the nearby hospital due to a car crash, and that's when she planned her escape.
Natasha studied at the Salem Witches' Institute for many years, but not enough years to graduate. You see, in the spirit of the horrible luck she had experienced throughout the majority of her life, she was expelled from the school for apparently "breaking the peace", which was a total lie. The fact of the matter was that she was different, and it was because of her difference that she made many enemies, a majority of whom wanted to frame her for a crime she had never committed.
Lost and full of emptiness, Natasha wandered the streets of Salem, hesitant to return home. It was after a long night spent in an alleyway that she received an invitation to enroll at Magnus Grexx School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A school beyond the sea, it beckoned her to not give up hope and complete her wizarding world education. With gratitude and a gleam in her eyes, she accepted, and now Natasha spends her days smiling and laughing on the island campus, training hard to become an auror...her dream job.
Do you know much about the Harry Potter Universe?:
Why yes, I do. I will admit, I have only read up to Goblet of Fire, but I have seen all the movies and possess a Pottermore account. I also read The Tales of Beedle the Bard so religiously, that as soon as I have kids, those little fables will be their bedtime stories every night. Every night.
How often do you get online?:
Often. It's not like I'm addicted to this site or anything... *shifty eyes*
How often can we expect you to be able to post?:
Every other day at least. It all depends on who posts, when they post, etc.
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