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[sup][h1][sub][color=#FFD700][i]Zvjezdana "Nova" Oswin[/i][/color][/sub][/h1][/sup][/center]

[indent][sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=#FFD700]blood status[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]Halfblood[/indent][/indent]
[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=#FFD700]age[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]Eleven ★ July 27 ★ Leo[/indent][/indent]
[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=#FFD700]gender[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]Female[/indent][/indent]
[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=#FFD700]personality[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]

[center][color=#FFD700][b]The Magizoologist Mother with the Wanderlust Affliction[/b][/color][/center]
Upon receiving her required textbooks as a first year, Nova's mother zeroed in on the red leather-bound copy of [i]Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them[/i] and personally accepted the challenge. She dropped out of Hogwarts during her fifth year in pursuit of this goal, and henceforth adopted the ways of a nomad. There was too much to see to be confined in a castle for seven years, after all. Nova's mother has gone all over the world to see the fantastic beasts for herself, and with Scamander as her guide, [i]find them[/i], she did. Two and a half decades (plus one traveling companion) later, the red leather has worn; the pages of the book faded and marked and filled to the brim with copious annotations; loose sheets ripped from newer versions appended with a clumsy spell; [i]and she has done it.[/i] 

[center][color=#FFD700][b]The Stellar Formation[/b][/color][/center]
Nova was born during what her mother liked to call the Hebredian Black Standstill, in reference to the longest period of time she had stayed in one place (a grand total of ten months in one of the uninhabited Inner Hebrides). The night Nova was born was one of miracles, her mum boasted. The stars were restless and uncannily lustrous, as though waiting in anticipation, and there, looming in the horizon, was the elusive Hebridean Black. Nova gave her first cry just as the fearsome dragon roared, and her mum knew she had been blessed.  

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In the beaten-up copy of [i]Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them[/i] that is the Oswin family bible, there's a sheet of paper sticking out from between the pages.

[i]Ingredients for one Zvjezdana:[/i]

A dollop of [color=#FFD700][b]Hebridean Black ferocity,[/b][/color]
	
Don't get her angry, or face the dragon's wrath. Nova is 98% instincts and 3% brain; the makings of a savage better suited to prowl along the Forbidden Forest than to mingle in with society. Raised in an environment where the only distinction is predator or prey and the philosophy is eat or be eaten, she has learned all too well how to fend for herself and those she cares about. When things go south, she is not afraid to resort to more... aggressive tactics.

A handful of [color=#FFD700][b]Unicorn ingenuousness,[/b][/color]

Lack of consistent human contact means she has yet to be exposed to the finer points of social interaction. Nova is susceptible to getting tricked and manipulated, especially if big words are thrown around to confuse her. But a word to the wise: don't let her know she's been tricked. Nova doesn't take well to being fooled.

It's hard for her to pick up on even the most blatant of lies, but she is good at noticing body language; usually, her gut knows when something's wrong but her brain doesn't know what it is.

Three cups of [color=#FFD700][b]Phoenix tenacity,[/b][/color]

Never say never, unless you're saying "I'll never give up." No matter what obstacle is thrown her way, Nova will conquer it. She will get back up each time she falls, dust herself off, and continue marching on. Self-assured and fueled by an absolute belief that she can take on anything, no matter how big or powerful, Nova prefers to be in the brunt of the action than in the sidelines. She will go the extra hundred miles for a friend, and will never back down on a challenge. Once, her mum had jokingly asked for a piece of Leprechaun gold for her birthday, and Nova vowed to get her one. It wasn't until three years later that they ventured to Ireland, but after more than ten hours of pestering one unlucky Leprechaun, she made good on her promise. It disappeared before the day was done, but that didn't matter.

On the flip side, Nova is too proud to ask for help, especially when she is in dire need of it. She will stubbornly force herself through a situation even if the odds are stacked against her. Die trying, right?

A pint of [color=#FFD700][b]Manticore recklessness,[/b][/color]

Act now, think later! As a purely instinctive creature, Nova rarely thinks things through before diving headlong into it, under the belief that she can accomplish anything with sheer force of will (or just sheer force). She relies on her quick reflexes and intuitions above all, and has long decided that unnecessary pondering can only hinder one's actions. Idiotically bold, she is also flippant in the face of danger. This is a little girl who tried to fight a Hippogriff because she was jealous of the attention it got from her mother. Luckily, the Hippogriff was a mother as well and didn't take offense from the seven-year-old trying to hop onto its back and kick at its legs.

Fourteen tablespoons of [color=#FFD700][b]Pixie playfulness[/b][/color]

Nova likes to tussle and roughhouse and go on secret adventures with people she likes, and it is only with them that she becomes openly affectionate. It's easy to get her into a laughing fit, although it would never be from a clever quip--slapstick humor and incredibly cheesy jokes tend to work best. Nova also likes physical contact and gets pouty when deprived for too long, at which point she will start to hover and nudge you until you play with her hair. There's a bit of an issue with her and personal boundaries (read: she has none), and she has to be reminded every now again when she unwittingly crosses them.

Two gallons of [b][color=#FFD700]Crup loyalty,[/color][/b]

Once you have gained Nova's trust, it will remain with you forever. There is nothing she wouldn't do for one she considers a friend, no mountain too high or water too deep and all that. Nova believes trust is sacred, and an act of betrayal is perhaps the worst thing that could be done to her. She will take it to heart, and she will never forget.

Nine kilograms of [b][color=#FFD700]Human awkwardness,[/color][/b]

[i]Oh, Nova.[/i] While she can correctly identify the temper of an owl from its hoot, she cannot grasp the convoluted ways of a human. Sarcasm and subtle insinuations fly over her head, and she will most likely take things at face value. Try not to use too many metaphors in one sentence or she'll start to lose track of what you're really talking about. Social cues are also a bit of a mystery to her, and if she ever manages to catch one, she will have to ask for clarification. Most of the time, Nova has to be blatantly told when she's reacting incorrectly or strangely, especially in regards to more delicate matters.

Nova also has the subtlety of an Erumpent on a rampage, and she is as blunt and straightforward as they come, sometimes brutally so. She sees no need for omitting the truth, especially when it only complicates things.
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[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=#FFD700]appearance[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]A child of the wilderness, through and through. There's something almost feral about Nova's general gait and demeanor, apparent whether she's graceful and sure and swift, like a predator stalking its prey, or cagey and restless like a wary kitten. The last time she checked, she is as tall as two fwoopers and a fairy, sitting cross-legged and cross-armed and glaring daggers, stacked on top of each other. That means she's grown half a fairy in the last year! She's got skinny arms and legs and a trim figure thanks to all the adventuring she does, and probably from eating only leafy greens and fruits, too. She has bluish grey eyes the color of thunderclouds, and funnily enough, they seem to clear up and look bluer when she's in a very good mood. Her once fair complexion has since become sun-kissed, at least it is underneath the layer of dirt and soot caked on top and the smattering of bruises big and small. Mum wants her to try and stay clean in Hogwarts, but she can't make any promises.

Her hair is long and messy and will stay that way unless someone does it for her, which she really loves. Playing with her hair and petting her head is possibly the best way to soothe her, a good thing to keep in mind in case she goes on a rampage. Nova likes how her mum describes her hair color: caramel on top and honey at the bottom. It makes it sounds really yummy. She has only gotten it cut once in her whole life, and it was by accident. Funny story: did you know a Malaclaw bite gives you bad luck for one whole week? Nova did, but that didn't protect her from getting bitten. On her last unlucky day, she stumbled across a Snargaluff that attacked her hair with its prickly vines and wouldn't let go. She had to cut it to escape, and now her hair ends at her waist instead of her thigh.

For all the keener senses she supposedly developed out in the wild, fashion sense is definitely none one of them. Nova dresses for function instead of form and picks out whichever is easiest to move in. She has a bit of a pickle with the robes for this reason. It's too easy to get it caught on something.
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[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=#FFD700]wand material[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]Redwood | Dragon Heartstring (with the tiniest Chimera Fragment) | 12 ½ inches | Supple

When she was nine, Nova and her mother encountered an elderly woman, a retired wandmaker, they'd later discover, living alone in a small hut located in the middle of a forest. Her sight had all but left her, yet she moved about the land expertly, weaving through thickets with ease and warding off dangerous creatures lurking about with a simple swish of her hand. They spent a whole week with her, and she was one of the few humans that Nova instantly adored. While her mother was off tracking down and observing Clabberts during their mating season, Nova kept the wizened woman company. She listened to her accounts of her past, and oh, she had so many wonderful tales to tell that the week flew by in a flash.

The woman, touched that Nova listened with her whole heart, decided to give her a special parting gift. A wand crafted in her image. It had been a while since she made one, and she had been itching to do it again. The woman gathered the materials herself, and Nova was entreated to the spectacular sight of a master wandmaker in action. Even though she could not see, her hands remembered, and the wand was as well-crafted as any she'd seen. If it weren't for the intricately embellished handle, the wand could look as though it had simply been pulled from a tree branch, with its natural, wild and twisting form and crooked tip. The spiral handle is vaguely reminiscent of a dragon's coiled form, and scattered along its length are tiny star and diamond-shaped carvings, forming its very own constellation.

The wand itself is almost like an extension of herself, Nova thought. It fit in her hand perfectly, and seemed to possess a similar temper as her (though that may not always be a good thing). Perhaps most worrying is that it seems to spur on Nova's reckless proclivities. It values raw power over control, and as such, results in unstable spellwork. Doesn't work well with healing spells.
 
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[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=#FFD700]boggart[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]Her mother, except it's not her mother, because there's no smile on her face (or a mouth at all!) and no gleam in her eyes. She is sallow and world-weary and she casts her precious copy of [i]Fantasic Beasts[/i] aside like it's nothing. Her touch is not warm or loving but cold and distant, and she looks at Nova with indifference.[/indent][/indent]
[sup][sup][h2][i][b][color=#FFD700]other[/color][/b]:[/i][/h2][/sup][/sup][indent][indent]★ She must have had a father at some point, but she has never met him. Every time she asks, the story changes. It's even become a little family tradition: before she sleeps, she would ask who and where her father was, and every night, it would be a different man in a different place. A sweet-tempered Hungarian Healer roaming the world in search of cures for the incurable. A tough American Auror who lost his life saving hundreds of people. A misunderstood Welsh Werewolf, forced to live in seclusion to protect his wife and unborn child from himself. She's left wondering if there's some truth to her bedtime stories, but she doesn't mind the not knowing so much. Nova loves the stories her mum weaves, and she'd rather listen to them than force her to tell her something she's not ready to share.

★ Speaking of stories: Nova loves them very much, but she [i]hates[/i] reading. The letters get mixed up and jumbled when she stares at them too long and they make the words difficult to understand. It gets frustrating really quickly. She much prefers listening to stories, and will hang onto your every word should you grace her with one. In the same light, Nova learns best by listening and actually has excellent echoic memory.

★ She has a Jobberknoll friend called Rhapsody that insisted on tagging along with her to Hogwarts. He was the fledgling of the Jobberknoll her mum once saved, and he has been attached to Nova ever since he hatched.

★ She's terribly sensitive to the cold.
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