Ali Karklo
Nickname: Lee
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 115 lbs
Occupancy: 6th year Ilvermorny student.
Year: 6th year.
Ilvermony House: Horned Serpent
Wand:
10" Rougarou Hair Core, Swamp Mayhaw Wood, Rigid.
Personality Goods:
+ Calculating
+ Risk-taking
+ Logical
+ Observant
+ Confident
Personality Bads:
- Loner
- Vengeful
- Arrogant
- Selfish
- Can be harsh
Hobbies and Skills:
• Gymnastics
• Has an obsession with keeping her reactions quick
• Duelling
• Dance
• Hiking
• Can speak fluent Russian, and bits of French
• Knowledge of many spells, including multiple healing spells
Background: Throughout childhood, Ali led a No-Maj's life thus far, although it has been a very active one. Born to a French dance instructor and a Russian university professor, she was raised, an only child, in a forested suburb of St. Petersburg. Her parents wanted nothing but the best for their daughter and did what they could to open up to her as many opportunities as they could afford. She grew up traveling often, frequently visiting palaces, monuments, and theaters. It was in the latter where she witnessed her mother in her element for the very first time, and watched wide-eyed as she gracefully flitted about the stage with a composure she'd never seen before. From that moment on she'd found herself practicing with her mother, who ecstatically began teaching her all that she could. Not long after, she began applying her techniques in another setting; gymnastics. The two combined disciplines worked to complement one another greatly, but when the next school year rolled around, she and her interests were the subject of teasing. For two weeks straight she came home with a new set of scrapes and bruises from fist fights and bullying from other children. Fed up, her father delivered an ultimatum to Ali's mother: remove her from the classes or make time for her to be able to learn to defend herself as well. Having no intention to impede on her daughter's passions, her mother rearranged her schedule to accommodate for the new hobby. Weeks went by and the bullying continued, until finally Ali responded. She returned the months of beatings with little concern for much else but her idea of justice. Slowly, the bruises faded, but the memories were still fresh. They drove her to step into conflicts, and settle them deliberately, when other children were being bullied. This act in itself, along with a new found confidence, made Ali a very popular child.
Five years ago the family relocated to America, where her father took up work at another university. Leaving all of her friends from Russia to start what felt like an entirely new life was difficult for Ali. Her predominately Russian accent stood out among other students and the fact that she spoke strangely became something that more unpleasant girls tended to focus on. She did as her father taught her, but frequently found herself in heaps of trouble for her aggression. Ali felt more comfortable in the gym or dance studio than school or home. There people couldn't care less about the way you spoke, so long as your experience was suitable. Throughout the transitioning period, she found herself growing much closer with her father as well. Always having spent the majority of her time with her mother, when Ali began struggling in school, the tutoring from her father helped to strengthen the bond they shared. Once a weekend they took trips into the woods, hiking to a certain point then working on studying strategies for her success. In the open environment, Ali felt more relaxed, more receptive. During one such trip the pair experienced their first notable clash with magic.
Father and daughter pressed through tall grass on their way through a clearing, when a shot rang out in the distance. Suddenly Ali found herself leaning over her father as blood spread rapidly across the forest floor. A bullet intended for a deer some ways away struck the man through the shoulder and continued. Ali watched in horror as her father clutched at the gushing hole and fell, the blood already oozing into the dirt. They both screamed; one in agony, the other pure terror. Frantically looking back and forth, Ali screamed for help, though no one responded. She looked to her father for advice, but the strong Russian man only groaned in pain. Somehow in the following moments with the buildup of panicked concern manifesting, a miracle occurred. Ali placed a ginger hand over her father's, still clutching at the bullet hole, and instantly the bleeding ceased. The wound itself slowly closed, until all that remained was an odd looking lump. The pair stared on at one another in a mixture of disbelief and relief for quite some time, shocked into silence.
It wasn't something any of them understood. They weren't a religious family, but no one could deny that a legitimate miracle took place that day. The infamous "ah-ha!" moment came with the delivery of the invitation to Ilvermorny. After seeing how magnificent of a gift magic could be firsthand, her parents were wholly supportive of this endeavor.
"Voldemort was quite smart if you think about it... raising that whole army and everything. But seriously, he couldn't magic back a new nose?"
