[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/1IrvyGU.png[/img][sup][h1][sub][i][color=b20087]Niamh [color=white]"[/color]Nia[color=white]"[/color] Vaswani[/color][/i][/sub][/h1][/sup][/center]

[indent][sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=b20087]blood status[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]Muggle born [/indent][/indent]
[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=b20087]age[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]12 [b] | [/b] August 31 [b] | [/b] Virgo [/indent][/indent]
[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=b20087]gender[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]Trans girl[/indent][/indent]
[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=b20087]personality[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]Nia is a very optimistic, spontaneous and impulsive kid. She's excitable, outgoing, and able to turn any problem into a fun game. She makes friends easily and when she's not running off on her own little fancy she can bend and go with the flow of someone else's idea (granted that it's interesting enough to catch her attention!). She's very much a daydreamer and can drift off into her own world at times. She loves to read, and her tastes can be eclectic- she loves the fantasy genre, but also harbors a strange interest for modern historical nonfiction and random autobiographies. She can be a tad obsessive at times - she has a natural love for learning, and when a particular subject strikes her fancy she'll days or even weeks searching for as much information as possible until she's satisfied and decides there's nothing more for her to learn.

Nia lives with her mum, auntie Asri, and five-year-old brother Dru. Her father left without much warning when she was about seven, not long before Dru was born. From what she tries not to remember, he said something about the "weird stuff" happening around her, that he "couldn't deal with that sh-". She tries not to think about that, really!

A far cry from her departed father, her mum and auntie are absolutely thrilled about this whole magic thing- even if they are a little bit bemused. They've told her about 19 times since she got her letter that they're very proud of her and want to yell about it from the rooftops- even though they can't, obviously, because of the whole it's a secret, thing. All three of them are watching little Dru very closely to see if he exhibits any sort of magical behavior.

Before her letter came she had no stalwart idea of what she wanted to do, or see, or be. Ideas crossed her mind from time to time. Maybe something exciting, like a zookeeper, who got paid to play around with all those huge animals, or an artist, or a boxer - an astronaut- a writer- there was so much she [i]could[/i] be. 

Since visiting Diagon Alley she'd tracked down as much information about wizarding careers as possible and is researching those avidly - when she's not reading about the curriculum at Hogwarts.

Nia loves clothes - bright, flowy skirts, chunky-knit sweaters, scarves, hairclips, bangles - she basically jingles wherever she goes because she has so much jewelry on. She thinks jingles are a happy sound, even if it annoys everyone around her. 

Being raised in an urban surrounding, she's equal parts intrigued and repulsed by nature. She'll coo and coax home a stray cat that's crawling with fleas and missing an eye, but shrieks at any sort of flying bug- even a moth. 

(The aforementioned cat was secretly nursed back to health in her closet until auntie Asri found him. When she tried to release the cat, Nia threw such a tantrum that the power in the entire apartment building went off. It didn't come back until the kitty returned. Now he and Niamh are inseparable.)

Despite her girly attire, she's very energetic and is always coming home with rips in her skirts and twigs in her hair from trying to climb the one tree still standing in the nearby park. (When challenged on her impractical dress sense, she points out that shorts don't have nearly the same range of motion as skirts do.) She'd almost have the personality of a tomboy- but would punch you in the face if she heard you say that.

Her palms and knees are constantly skinned from trying to perfect a cartwheel. She's the embodiment of [i]aggressively cares about you[/i]. Quick to punch, but quicker to kiss the bruise better.

If asked to define herself, she'd say she's a big sister to everyone- even if they're older or literally bigger (however unlikely that may be) than she. She cares deeply, defends wholeheartedly, and wishes she could be a guiding light rather than a spitfire. She'd say she has a good judge of character - she likes pretty much everyone she comes across, but when she dislikes someone, there's a very good reason for that. (Even if she's not entirely sure what that IS, just yet.) Above anything she's strong-willed and confident- you have to be, when the man of the house is five.
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[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=b20087]appearance[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]Nia has blue-black hair that hangs straight and tangled when not tied back into a plaited knot by her mother. Her deep-set eyes are a deep warm black, her brown skin dotted with random pockmarks and scars from her many mishaps. Her jaw is slightly square, and her nose is slightly hooked, with a small stud in her left nostril. Her mouth is full and seems to set in a permanent smile. Her frame is tall and gangly, with none of the usual remnants of baby-fat girls her age usually have. Altogether she seems as though she's grown 2 feet overnight, and is just starting to get used to it now.

She normally dresses in bright flowy skirts of thin, heavily patterned material, or tights worn instead of pants, with a plain blouse or tank-top. She wears strappy sandals, innumerable gold and silver bracelets that jingle whenever she moves, and a scarf that seems to migrate; one second a belt, another a shawl, then around her head. 

Her prized outfit is the purple-and-gold sari that her mother promised would be hers, midway through her ninth year. She hasn't worn it yet- it doesn't [i]quite[/i] fit yet. But she loves to look at it, and is allowed to keep it in her closet. It's the very first pretty thing her mother had promised her.[/indent][/indent]
[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=b20087]wand material[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent][center]Spruce [b] | [/b] 12 inches [b] | [/b] Unicorn Hair [b] | [/b] Somewhat rigid[/center][/indent][/indent]
[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=b20087]boggart[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]An impenetrable darkness. Vague whispering in your ear, that gets closer and closer each second. 
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[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=b20087]other[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][list][*] Unknown to Nia (or her mother), her father was a Squib who had left the magical world, sick of still being seen as a second-class citizen. He married a muggle woman, had a child, and cut off all contact with his family. When their child began exhibiting magical behavior, he left, unable to deal with the feelings of inadequacy and jealousy. He has not tried to contact the family since. 
[*]As she does not know of her father's parentage, she and her family assume she is Muggle-born, when she is in fact a half-blood.
[*]Makkā is a cuddly and possessive little tomcat and is [i]absolutely[/i] coming. [url=http://i.imgur.com/i88qusc.jpg] He looks like this[/url].[/list][/indent][/indent]