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xxxxxxx𝓒𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓲 𝒥𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓝𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷xxxxxxx

xxxℬ𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓬 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓼xxx

xxxFᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Csuri Juniper Narain (nee. Douglass)
xxxNɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs: Sur, June
xxxAɢᴇ: 15
xxxBɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ: February 25, 2048
xxxBʟᴏᴏᴅ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Pureblood
xxxGᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female
xxxOʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Unknown
xxxZᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ: Pisces
xxxBirth Stone: Amethyst
xxxWᴀɴᴅ: 8.5" Reed with Augurey Tail Feathers, Sturdy & Difficult
xxxFᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ: Hattie Gotobed


xxx𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵 & 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝒆𝒆𝓻xxx

xxxSᴄʜᴏᴏʟ: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
xxxHᴏᴜsᴇ: Slytherin
xxxYᴇᴀʀ/Class Of: Fifth Year

xxxCᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ Eᴍᴘʟᴏʏᴍᴇɴᴛ: None
xxxDʀᴇᴀᴍ Jᴏʙ: Who knows

xxx𝓟𝒆𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂xxx

xxxxx⇾Cʏɴɪᴄᴀʟ:
Csuri genuinely believes there is no such thing as a "good person". She believes all people that are seemingly good are just better at hiding their true evils inside. She doesn't dislike humanity, but thinks that everyone alive is secretly horrible to the core. There isn't a person alive that she thinks truly cares about others, and in turn, she doesn't genuinely care about anyone, including herself.

xxxxx⇾Qᴜɪᴇᴛ:
No matter what is going on around her, Csuri tends to remain silent. She speaks, but only in short sentences, usually just enough to get by. She scoots by on her quiet nature, preferring not to make any noise that draws attention to herself. She's not nearly wild enough for anything like parties or instruments anyway.

xxxxx⇾Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ:
Csuri has become incredibly good at bottling up her emotions over the years. She rarely tells anyone about her feelings or thoughts, partially because she's afraid of becoming more outcast than usual. It takes a lot to get her to speak about herself, even in the barest of terms.

xxxxx⇾Iɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴛ:
Despite her silence on nearly every topic, Csuri is incredibly smart. She reads books and learns quickly, even though she'll always refuse to answer questions in school. She often uses her intelligence in odd ways, including sneaking facts into her speech... whenever it is that she speaks, anyway.

xxxxx⇾Aᴘᴀᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ:
Csuri doesn't ever seem to care about much of anything. Someone could get stabbed in front of her, and it's likely that she'd just stare off into the distance, frowning all the while. While she does care, she's just learned that she's almost always better off seeming completely heartless, if only just to get people to leave her alone.

xxxxx⇾Pᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴɪsᴛ:
Secretly, Csuri is a total perfectionist. This manifests in her schoolwork, writing, and other small tasks she does. It's rare to see her hand in an assignment that she didn't spend hours on, revising and editing constantly, and she does that with any sort of project. Unfortunately, most projects are things affecting only her, so it's rather hard to see her passion of perfection sometimes.


xxx𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈xxx
xxxxx⇾ Quiet
xxxxx⇾ Warm Blankets
xxxxx⇾ Books
xxxxx⇾ Being Alone
xxxxx⇾ Flowers

xxx𝒟𝒾𝓈𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈xxx
xxxxx⇾ Noise
xxxxx⇾ Upbeat People
xxxxx⇾ Early Mornings
xxxxx⇾ Crowds
xxxxx⇾ Speaking

xxx𝐻𝑜𝒷𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓈xxx
xxxxx⇾ Reading
xxxxx⇾ Writing Poetry
xxxxx⇾ Listening to Music

xxx𝒮𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓃𝑔𝓉𝒽𝓈xxx
xxxxx⇾ Unflappable
xxxxx⇾ Honesty

xxx𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈xxx
xxxxx⇾ Very Blunt
xxxxx⇾ Can't speak in public

xxx𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈xxx
xxxxx⇾ To become someone new
xxxxx⇾ Write Poetry for Publishing

xxx𝐹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈xxx
xxxxx⇾ Crowds
xxxxx⇾ Enclosed Spaces



xxxℬ𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂xxx

xxx𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒽𝑜𝑜𝒹xxx
Csuri was born to a nice little family, or so it seemed. It didn't take long for her to realize that they could only be perfect in pictures. Of course, she didn't know everything, but it came to light that her dad was cheating, her mom had a spending problem... and neither particularly cared about Csuri. She'd only been created to help them look more like a perfect family. And because babies solved everyone's problems, right? So Csuri was mostly raised by her grandma, but the woman was very, very old. She was struggling to raise a baby, then eventually she had to give the actual parents an ultimatum. Either they took care of Csuri, or she would send Csuri off with a foster clinic. Of course, both parents determined that it would raise too many questions if the baby just... vanished, so they decided to give it a try. It... did not go well. CPS came and took Csuri away, moving her to an orphanage. So instead of a nice foster family somewhere, she had to be here with a bunch of other kids. It seemed some of them were able to get scooped up right away, but then there were some kids that had so many frickin problems that they'd probably be here until they retired. Now Csuri was one of them. Great.

Despite being put in Wool's at the tender age of five, Csuri was never chosen by any of the families that came by with the hopes of adopting. It reminded her of that one older kid that'd been there forever. But, all it did for Csuri was turn her heart cold. If they didn't want her, she didn't want them. Instead, she made friends with her school librarian and took more and more books back to Wools. If she spent all her time in fantasy, it made her life a little more bearable. Finally, on her eleventh birthday, she received her Hogwarts letter and felt she was finally able to escape. Maybe she could spend winters and summers there....

xxx𝒮𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈xxx
First year... honestly sucked pretty bad. Csuri had super dumb roommates in Slytherin, no friends, no fun clubs... none of the things the other kids talked about. But at least if she kept up her frown, most people left her alone. She learned quickly that she couldn't do transfiguration (or most magic, honestly) to save her life. One of the older kids, Brianna Quinn-Smith, apparently took pity on her and tried to help. There was also someone's pet fox that somehow managed to teach her more than the teacher, which probably wasn't good for the school's image...

That winter break, Csuri had stayed at school in order to avoid returning to the orphanage. While holed up in an empty room and being sad, that fox seemed to find her again... only to reveal himself to be one of the teachers. The two talked for a while, and it concluded with Professor Narain asking to adopt her. With an agreement, Csuri switched from Douglass to Narain over the next summer. Since she'd spent time with Brianna and her brother, Ron at the last quidditch game and had managed to spot the snitch from the stands, Brianna had asked (begged, really) to have her try out for the quidditch team the next year. So over the summer, she practiced.

Second year, Csuri continued spending time mostly alone, other than when she was dragged onto the pitch to play quidditch alongside the other Slytherins. And it blew up spectacularly. Even with all her practicing (in between her studying), Csuri managed to lose the snitch in all three games. Brianna put the blame on the fact she'd been up against 3 seventh years on the other houses, but it didn't help Csuri feel better.

So the next year, she practiced even harder. And that year, Slytherin swept the games. She caught all three times, including when they had to play during a blizzard. It helped that Brianna had trusted her to take on the role of Vice Captain. Third year, Csuri had also been social enough to join one other club, namely the chess club. They played for "fun", but Csuri played to absolutely crush her competition.

Fourth year wasn't terribly interesting. The biggest thing was that Csuri lost her second game and they had victory in their clutches... except stupid Ravenclaw's stupid Chasers got a lot of points and stole the cup. It was stupid! Over the summer, though, she was shocked to receive a Prefect badge in her school letter. Were the professors drunk when they picked the prefects this year????

xxx𝒜𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒽𝑜𝑜𝒹xxx

xxxℛ𝒆𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹𝓼xxx

xxxLᴏᴠᴇᴅ Oɴᴇ:
xxxBᴇsᴛ Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ: Brianna Quinn-Smith
xxxFʀɪᴇɴᴅs: Bri and Hesperia Argyris
xxxEɴᴇᴍɪᴇs: Vikram Bhattacharyya (he's super annoying)
xxxFᴀᴍɪʟʏ:

xxxxx⇴Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs: Ernest and Lola Douglass Vihaan Sur Narain
xxxxx⇴Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs:
xxxxx⇴Gʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs: Nina Douglass
xxxxx⇴Oᴛʜᴇʀ:

xxxPᴇᴛ:



xxx𝓞𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝓘𝓷𝒇𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷xxx

xxx𝐹𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓈xxx
xxxFᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Fᴏᴏᴅ: Jam toasties
xxxFᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Cᴀɴᴅʏ: Chocolates
xxxFᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Purple
xxxFᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Aɴɪᴍᴀʟ: Cats


xxxAʟʟᴇʀɢɪᴇs: Pollen
xxxIɴsᴛʀᴜᴍᴇɴᴛs Pʟᴀʏᴇᴅ: None
xxxLᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇs Sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ: English
xxxAᴄᴄᴇɴᴛ: South British