[center][img]http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jx7TXIyQl2o/UY8IfA3lHmI/AAAAAAAAJVo/zAtMqpAxD7g/s1600/Thomas+Sangster-4.jpg[/img][sup][h1][sub][i][color=f26522]Kina Listig[/color][/i][/sub][/h1][/sup][/center]

[indent][sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=f7941d]blood status[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]Muggle-Born[/indent][/indent]
[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=f7941d]age[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]11[/indent][/indent]
[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=f7941d]gender[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]Male[/indent][/indent]
[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=f7941d]house[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]Ravenclaw[/indent][/indent]
[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=f7941d]personality[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][center][i]Intensely private and reserved, Kina will not share his life story within the first hour of meeting, or indeed the first year. While he doesn’t actively seek out sociability all the time, he can swallow his introversion to take the first step in meeting someone. Still, he will remain quiet for the most part, and tread cautiously.[/i][/center]
[color=fdc68a][b]Interests Include:[/b][/color] Photography | Reading | Writing (The written word comes to him more easily than the spoken, when he has time to phrase things properly) | Learning (He's missed out on 11 years of the magical world he may never get back, so he's enraptured and intends to find out everything there is to know about it)

[indent][indent][color=fdc68a][b]Lives in the Moment[/b][/color] | As someone with a penchant for photography and cameras, Kina enjoys most capturing moments as they whizz by. It never fails to intrigue him how just a push of the shutter button can immortalise an instant: be it a sunset, a laugh, a blade of grass yielded to the wind. His camera is what he grabs onto when he’s unsure, the viewfinder a safe place. He was disappointed his digital camera wouldn't function properly in Hogwarts, but he will admit he is awed by the moving pictures the Wizarding world has, a moment relived over and over in motion.

[color=fdc68a][b]A Little of a Dreamer[/b][/color] | It is in Kina's nature to live in two worlds sometimes. In his spare time, he might be immersing himself in a fantasy world hidden in unassuming pages and paragraphs, or imagining himself one. He often has one foot in this world we all share, and another in one populated by only himself. People often feel the need to fill spaces with words and noises and dialogue. Kina thinks there is just as much beauty and meaning in the silences in between. 

[color=fdc68a][b]Optimism[/b][/color] | He doesn’t step headlong into trust, but he retains faith in the best in people at first encounter – only losing it should they prove otherwise on repeated counts, and even then perhaps not. People he is comfortable with are few and far between, but Kina knows to accept wholeheartedly those who are willing to put up with him, and his tentative reservations. His confidence in people outweighs his own. Kina knows as much, but he reckons that this keeps him humble. He is not so much as enthused by the future, as he is hopeful. Most of the time, he can convince himself that anything will get better, and this attitude is what buoys him along. He shares his optimism not by forcing it onto people, but by painting a picture of what could be, so attractive that people will prefer to cling onto the hope rather than abandon it. Nothing is set in stone for Kina, and he contemplates a stark reality with an outlook for positive prospects. This also translates into valuing a person’s best features, and accepting the unfavourable. 

[color=fdc68a][b]Copes with Silence[/b][/color] | But there are times when he sinks further. Kina may retreat to his room and shan’t emerge until he has been submerged in his own silence long enough to face noise again. If not given the chance to do so, he will withdraw into himself, and won’t say a word unless someone actively tries to rope him back in. During rough patches, Kina copes with stress or pressure by going catatonic. Holding onto his words when he feels as though he is slowly spiraling out of restraint gives him the illusion of control, of having a say – by removing speech – in some part of his life. He does everything with effort and his best, and burns out easily. He may seem fragile, spontaneously slipping into a wordless unresponsive state without warning, but it just appears sudden because Kina won’t say a word or give any indication of what has been weighing his heart beforehand.

[b][color=fdc68a]Towards Others[/color][/b] | Even if Kina is not very good at protecting himself, he doesn’t bend so easily when it comes to friends or people he cares about. He tries not to listen to rumours if they are baseless, and he won’t let whispers on the wind affect his individual perception of his peers. His method of comfort is highly characteristic of himself: he won’t give reassurances of another’s qualities even if he believes fervently in them. He doesn’t think his words will hold high value or large enough impact to right the wrong done. But Kina will stick fast, for his strength is the wordless sort. He would be the last to turn a back on a person, and he holds on through thick and thin with unwavering loyalty. Needless to say, when he loves people, he loves them wholeheartedly, placing their desires above his needs. Severing a relationship is all but an unspeakable betrayal of trust to him, and he is willing to put in as much as effort as is needed to rectify anything.
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[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=f7941d]history[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]
Kina was born to two loving, middle-class parents. They lived in an average neighbourhood, where there was some seedy lowlife but where Kina never encountered any trouble. He always lay low on the radar, partly because he tended to shy away from the spotlight. He was diligent in school, amidst other youths who took up smoking much too early, who joined gangs and all but erased their own directions in life. Kina would win an award for academic performance every year, and after the first three began to consider not doing as well so he wouldn’t have to go up on stage and present himself to an audience with a glaring spotlight baking his skin as he broke into cold sweat. But his parents – weary and lined as hard workers often are – always seemed to glean so much joy from watching their son clamber up to the principal to receive his prize (never mind if his knees were knocking), that he didn’t think he could tear that pride away from them, only to replace it with disappointment. So he continued to study well in school, continued to bring home certificates and sometimes medals.

In primary school, Kina knew a girl who was his very best friend. He had other friends, but none as close as this one. She had spent the better part of a week pulling him closer and closer, until it was easier for Kina to just smile at her and stop protesting. He had never known a relationship so close, where he could lean on her for support. He didn't know that that meant placing in her hands the power to walk away and unbalance him. Kina thinks falling once might have been hard enough, and he would have simply picked himself up and relearned how to stand alone, with himself as a lone crutch. But his friend had a tendency to walk away in anger and then return after she was again happy and placated by Kina’s efforts to remedy whatever wrong it might have been. Kina took to bending backwards to keep her pleased and pleasant and by his side. Wasn’t prevention better than cure? It was a friendship that wore him out constantly, but he began to believe with his usual optimism that if he were to do better, and not make mistakes, he wouldn't make her angry, and he wouldn't fall down so often. [i]So really[/i], his friend would comment now and then when she was sated, if he had to struggle to his feet bruised and battered from yet another drop, it was his fault. 

He came to believe her, and in the end, leaning on another’s shoulders came more and more slowly to him, while his own became rounded under the familiar weight of blame. His words, already soft to begin with, only got quieter and quieter, and Kina learnt that sometimes the numbing bolster of silence and solitude were preferable to being hurt - though he'd never say so.

When the letter from Hogwarts came on his birthday, in a flutter of feathers and indignant hoots as the kitchen exploded in disorganised confusion, Kina’s head could barely wrap around the idea of magic. But his parents beamed at him, as though the wizardry that ran in his veins and the spells that would soon push arithmetic and chemistry out of his head were something he had worked hard to acquire. And once the shock had worn out, he was grinning too. What followed was a messy weekend of visiting Diagon Alley, and getting used to all sorts of patrons in the Leaky Cauldron where they stayed a night. He grew increasingly excited at the life that awaited him, and he never thought buying text books would be such an adventure. As the first of September approached, the tension in the pit of his stomach only ebbed away, and Kina tried very hard not to admit to himself that it had to do with the distance he was finally putting between himself and his friend, and instead busied himself with learning what Chocolate Frogs and Butterbeer were from the lady who pushed a trolley-cart laden with unfamiliar sweets.
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[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=f7941d]appearance[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]Kina has brown curls that are almost always ruffled and messy. He is not very tanned but he is several shades darker than deathly pale from standing outdoors in open fields trying to shoot videos under the right lighting or from staying under the sun longer than necessary coaxing a squirrel or some other small woodland creature onto his viewfinder (photography and videography are some of his passions). His eyes are a molten hazel brown and his pupils are large giving him a perpetually wide-eyed look, accentuated even further by a tapered chin. He is thin and slight, and looks to be on the delicate, scrawny side. He bruises easily.
Kina’s clothes often hang off of his narrow shoulders at best. Sometimes they swim on him. In Hogwarts, with the billowing robes and positively voluminous outfits, it is a safe-bet that Kina’s uniform will look ridiculously loose and ill-fitting on him. 
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[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=f7941d]wand material[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]Sycamore | Unicorn Tail Hair | 12 inches | Supple[/indent][/indent]
[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=f7941d]boggart[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]If he were to face a boggart, Kina would be facing himself. A spitting image, a reflection. Only, it wouldn’t exactly be him. It would be Kina in vagrant clothes, Kina with the gaunt look of the way-less and lacking, of those who have failed to accomplish in their lives, who have left nothing for their parents to be proud of. And before his eyes, the boggart in his form would dissolve, until it had faded away, not even a wisp of what once was.[/indent][/indent]
[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=f7941d]other[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]• Ruffles his already windswept hair when frustrated
• Smiles slowly – like a flag unfurling in the wind – when he’s been pleasantly surprised
• Puts his thumb against his lips when thinking
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