Rawiya Sassari

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Everyone knows what a boggart is. The mere idea of seeing your greatest fear manifest temporarily ''in front of you'' is enough to make most people blanch. Question is, what happens to the person if the illusion breaks through reality? Let me tell you what is for certain: ''Cursed are they who realize there is no doorknob left to turn.''

Hope is a commodity Rain can almost always afford... ''even'' when the consequences jump at her throat. It’s a fantastic asset and a crippling liability at the same time. So when her parents broke it to her that they were getting an annulment, the frantic girl went into a long-term denial phase that left plenty of salt in her bed. When she finally opened her eyes to the fact that yes, there was nothing she could do, perhaps that was when her personality began to diverge into the two overlapping polars they are today..

In a world that’s the cooking pot of irony, it’s a hassle to have a sanguine spoon in the defeatist soup. While
Rawiya
 ''Rain'' strongly adheres to her questionable moral code and principles, her inwit endlessly prods and nags in this battle of dominance. No matter how much she tries, it seems futile to achieve her mastery over internal conflict. The screaming of her own emotions warring with her nous will be her downfall. Some days are fretfully overwhelming, and when it’s all over, all she can do is think, “I made it without killing anyone.” If strength is holding back, Rain would make Hercules green with envy.

{{Quote|”Instinctively being in tune with your own emotions isn’t all cracked up to be.”|Rain Sassari}}

As she’s presented with the eternal dilemma of seeing every angle, don’t expect Rain to be capable of cohesive decisions. Her all over the place outlook on almost everything is compensated and “balanced” by her ferocity and passion for the remaining one percent. Don’t criticize her values from a logical point of view if you wish to test her intelligence - you’ll only end up believing she’s an overly emotional and defensive dunce who’s incapable of logic. That isn’t to say this ''always'' happens, however. If you catch her during one of her bouts of apathy, you might see a strong-willed erudite with absolutely zero sh\*\*s to give instead. Either attitude is unfavorable if set off in the wrong way, and so to be frank: Accept her for who she is or leave her the hell alone.

Rain exudes an uncharacteristic aloofness in spite of everything. The irreparable urge to always distance herself tends to deter people from approaching her at all. A transparent, shallow appreciation lines the crevices of her disposition, suggesting a contrived set of reactions that only add to her unapproachability. Lonely as this might sound, it doesn’t take much to find the alcoves that lead inside her walls. Knowing her gives people a drastically changed opinion, or at least most of the time. Most, if not all, pretenses are dropped when someone she likes strikes up a conversation. Many have remarked on her frequent habit of breaking out into a smile, more to reassure herself than others. She’s gained a few odd looks because of this as well, but her fury set alight keeps crude remarks at bay.

Even with her benign affability shadowing her, the feisty nefelibata resists the constraints of rules. It is never in her intentions to break them for pure sport, and is instantly incensed whenever someone accuses her of such. How is it her fault that some rules sound bumkum? She’ll be as law-abiding as she can, but as she’s stated before: “If the rules won’t bend over for me, I won’t bend over for them.” Nucleation will be required when she’s reading the rulebook, and if the rules don’t come through… well, the prefects won’t be plagued with ennui for sure.

Being the practitioner of witzelsucht she is, Rain has no sense of "this isn't the time to be joking around." In crises, it is a fickle coping mechanism that errs on the side of effrontery. Reigning it in never seems to be an option for her — "Of ''course'' it's not funny. What the hell do you want me to do? ''Cry?''" You have 4Minutes to quit grousing about it or she'll defenestrate you... and that's if you're ''lucky''. In her opinion, you should consider it a compliment if she tries or succeeds at shoving you out of a window. If you've truly raised her ire, she'll slam a door on one of your limbs or venenate your dinner.

Mutable may she be, the sass not always accompanies the Sassari. Blessed (and cursed) with an enduring pair of ears, the long jeremiads of upset friends are quotidian to her. A serene side exists to complement the popping of lava — a true serendipity. While her constant self-referencing may come off as self-centred or unsympathetic, it just goes to show that she's willing enough to try and feel what the other person's feeling in order to help them. Her verbal communication skills are agrestic, so unsurprisingly she has a difficult time conveying what she intends to say. Give her some time, a paper, and a pencil and she'll probably whip up a tearjerking consoling letter. Piece of cake. Rain knows she's methane hydrate, and that people prefer the cool droplets of her smiles and tears over the unsparing passion of her heart and soul. She's going out there to prove that fire can be as every bit as nurturing and soothing as water.

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“Rant over… Hi, my name’s Rain, or Prue, depending on where you’re from. I would say hello in my native language, but apparently whoever spruced up the end product decided that it shouldn’t have a word for ‘hello.’ The closest we’ve got is ‘kamusta,’ and that means ‘how are you?’ Wow, this country’s forebears must’ve been pre-etty nosy about their neighbors’ affairs.

“You’re probably expecting me to tell you a sappy love story that will melt you into a puddle of feels when talking about my parents. Or you’re not. If you ''seriously'' are, better stop reading now before I put a crack into your idyllic romanticized view of things. Innocence is a gift you shouldn’t take for granted. Trust me on that. I’ve been there and some days I can’t read anything without seeing an innuendo in i- oh, wait, not the type of innocence I was trying to help you preserve.

“My parents were both your typical high school teachers. They met, got married, and had me. Er, it did take them a while to have me. My mum wasn’t and isn’t exactly skinny, so she had to go jogging for months for me to come into the picture. I still don’t get why’d they do that just to have a ''kid''... especially if you end up not loving the other person anyway. Humans are a complete mess, I swear.

“Adding the fact that they struggled with financial issues after my birth, I still don’t understand how it was worth it. My parents say I’ll understand when I’m older, but I ''do'' and I still don’t think I was worth it. Eh, might be me and my self-deprecating self. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents. It just feels unfair to them...

“I had a decent, even fantastic, childhood. My parents doted on their only child and gave me everything I asked for. You’d think I’d end up being a mammothrept or something, but miraculously, I was not. In fact, my parents were grateful to the heavens above and told me I was probably the nicest child they’d ever met. I have a hard time believing that. They’re my parents; they’re bound to be biased.

“Apparently I was maturely touchy on the subject of money, even as a kid. Whenever I overhead my parents worrying their heads off, I’d always suggest to sell my ludicrously extravagant amount of toys. Seriously, I barely managed to play with all of them — kind of impractical. My parents always refused and resorted to the gushy “omg-you-are-such-a-sweetie” technique in order to distract me/cheer me up, which to this day, I
abhor
 dislike. Please don’t ever do that in front of me.

“When I was three-going-on-four, they enrolled me in a local Kumon center. (Look it up if you don’t know what it is.) At some point, both of them started working part-time there so they could keep an eye on me. Did I mention how overprotective they were? Yeah, now I’m mentioning it. To this day, they are. Mostly my mother though, and you can’t blame the woman. She’s the one who carried me around for several months, endured the kicks and mood swings, and suffered through the Caesarian birth.

“I spent roughly seven to eight years at that center, broke a national record, and became the star pupil. Around age nine to eleven, my parents enrolled me in an actual school. Sort of. I was put in (every time I write ‘put in’, I read Putin) the homeschooling program because of various factors, including and not limiting to parental overprotectiveness, my social inability, and my late enrollment. I was accelerated to make up for the past few years, effectively skipping three or four grade levels in the process. That was a relief. I really didn’t want to go through learning ABCs and counting all over again.

“Long before my prepubescent days, I became acquainted with the basic computer. Fast forward and rewind a little, I was utterly enamored with the experiences the internet offered. While I am aware they held good intentions, Mum and Dad strove hard and long to shield me from the cruel realities of the world. They failed, and the repercussions tore me apart and taped me back together. The internet was the doorway to the start of my painful growth and the seed that wrought the first dredges of cynicism inside of me.

“Reliving some of my memories would only toss back dismal clouds in front of my eyes, obscuring the light that keeps everything moving. Let’s not delve into unnecessary relapses here. (Oh my God, did I just say all of that deep-sounding wise stuff??? What is ''wrong with me''???) In order to refrain from overloading your brain, I’ll keep it short and try to be as concise as I can: We don’t devote enough scientific research to finding a cure for jerks.

“Then the whole annulment sh\*\* happened and I’d rather not go into that. Don’t even try to push me. I don’t know you. You’re just a stranger and I’m being forced to tell my life story. If you’re really nosy, then at least have the decency to get to know me first. I’ve met more than my share of two-faced bastards — some of them got better and some of them got ''worse'' — and my bulls\*\*\* radar is on point, so get the f\*\*\* out of my sight and don’t even try.

“Mom wanted me to get a better education (third world country schools did ''not'' meet her standards), so she enlisted the help of my aunt-supposed-to-be-but-never-was-because-my-uncle-is-a-bit-of-a-blind-fool-despite-all-his-intellect-and-charm so we could immigrate. Soon enough, we were in California and sort of settled. I was fuming because my dad wasn’t with us — he had to stay behind — and that left a yawning, awkward distance between me and Mum at all times. We skirted around the topic, but sometimes it couldn’t be avoided and triggered some outbursts.

“Before I go into another rant, I’ll talk about how amazing my aunt is. Descended from a long line of fanatical Scourers, Aunt Vivian was expected to follow in their footsteps. Although the Scourers’ time have long since past, they still exist to this day and never fail to disrupt the wizarding community. In every line, there’s going to be a break in the link, and ''Tita'' Vivian was that break. She disobeyed her father by divorcing her arranged husband, falling in love with a Squib and having a child with him. Not exactly in that order, but she’s awesome. Honestly, arranged marriages are so old-fashioned. Who the hell in their right mind would go through with one? Don’t even answer that. It’s rhetorical.

“''Tita'' Vivian’s mother was a No-Maj, surprisingly, so I’m willing to wager that she got her stubbornness from her dad. (He’s dead now. A heart attack swept him out of this world.) She’s half-Filipino and half-American, and frankly she’s smart AND pretty. I don’t understand why ''Tito'' Derek even let go of her… Other fish in the ocean my ass. ''Tita'' Vivian’s one hell of a catch and it was a dumb move tossing her back into the ocean.

“We hadn’t even unpacked yet when ''Tita''’s job required her to move to Great Britain. (Why is it called ‘Great’ Britain? Is that just a formality? Do countries have to earn their titles like people? How would that even work?) ''Tita'' fortunately had a few contacts, so the process was remarkably fast. Mum wasn’t too disheartened — Britain met her standards, apparently — and after a few more months of waiting, we were official residents of England.

“You’re probably scrolling back up and down with your brow furrowed, wondering why I haven’t mentioned any of my magical outbursts. That’s because they were unbelievably subtle, and even I didn’t notice until later on. When I was a mere toddler, I cracked my skull when I tumbled down a flight of stairs. Somehow, my magic delethalized it and I didn’t even need to go to the hospital. Maybe that was just a strike of dumb luck, but I’m not so sure. <span title="Her future Patronus is a butterfly.">The butterfly-shaped scar is still there.</span> During other incidents, people’s clumsiness meter broke personal records whenever I was irritated
sorry NOT sorry Mom.
 Cups of liquids spilled, glassware broke, and more than a few articles of clothing disappeared. I guess the whole “karma is our specialty” legacy in my dad’s family wasn’t without a grain of truth.

“All of Mum’s plans for me flew out the window the moment the owl shot out of the laundry chute. It was hilarious. Mum started screaming like a banshee and ''Tita'' came running with a baseball bat at the ready. I laughed so hard I almost cried. My mum protested when she finally recovered enough to read the letter with me — initially she was dead set on sending me to some fancy British Muggle school — but with some urging from ''Tita'' (bLESS THAT WOMAN), she eventually relented. And so began my journey in this fantasy world.”

“Most wizards and witches from South-east Asia attend Mahoutokoro School of Magic in Japan. I can barely fathom how that worked during World War II. Since most of the wizarding community surprisingly refrained from joining the fray (which is technically unpatriotic, if you ask me), I suppose it’s plausible to an extent. There had to have been a few accidents, though, and I wager that someone has already faulted humanity as a whole and thrown in a few jeremiads for good measure. Can’t say I don’t agree with them.”

“My story didn’t begin with my birth or my parents’ meeting or my grandparents. I like to think it began during World War II, with my ''great''-grandparents. My great-grandfather — let’s call him Felipe — was one of the wizards who participated in the fighting when Japan invaded the Philippines. Ever heard of the Bataan Death March? Go read up on it. He was one of the prisoners.

“See, Felipe’s magic specialty was either not for combat or escape or he just couldn’t risk the Muggles seeing. I’m hoping it’s more of the former, seeing as the latter sounds f\*\*king ridiculous in the middle of a war. Life-or-death situations are included as exceptions to the International Statute of Secrecy anyway.

“Anyway, his friend who was with him was like brilliant with elemental magic and stealth spells or something, because ''he'' escaped three times. One time, he apparently jumped into a river to escape the Japanese’s bullets and fell asleep there (I’m thinking Bubble-Head charm.) He always came back for Felipe though, until they finally managed to escape together. That’s a pretty great friend to have, don’t you think?

“When they came back to their home, Marinduque, they continued rebelling and fighting. Not a single Japanese escaped that island alive during the war. I might have inherited that trait of becoming bloodthirsty whenever someone tries to attack
my loved ones
 the people I care about.

“I don’t have a similar story for my other great-grandpa, but I ''do'' have one for my great-great uncle’s wife. She was a Chinese witch with either god-level Transfiguration skills or the ability to bypass Gamp’s Law. Her family was sort of impoverished, but they never starved as long as she was alive. Behind a special wardrobe she owned (and no, there were no lions involved), she ''literally'' fished for food. She had a fishing rod (might’ve been her wand in disguise) and everything. Kind of hard to top that.

“She never passed on her talents and took them with her to the grave. Ever since I heard her story, I immediately knew that I wanted to be like her, even if it sounds like a distant fantasy. I’m not smart — no matter what people say, I ''know'' I’m not — and I don’t believe I can count on any of my few so-called talents. For Christ’s sake, I can’t even remember to tie my shoelaces sometimes! I’m a self-deprecating person and it annoys everyone including me. That’s okay; ''they'' can leave any time they want. I’m stuck with my annoying damn self.”

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<u><b><big>Prunella</big></b></u><br>[proo-NEL-ə]<br>From the English word for the type of flower, also called self-heal, ultimately a derivative of the Latin word ''pruna'' "plum".
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<u><b><big>Paige</big></b></u><br>[ 1 syll. pai-ge, pa-ige ]<br>The baby boy name Paige is also used as a girl name, with the latter form being much more common. Its pronunciation is PEY-JH †. Paige is used chiefly in the English language and its origin is Middle English. Paige is a variant of the name Page (English).<br />From an English surname meaning "servant, page" in Middle English. It is ultimately derived (via Old French and Italian) from Greek παιδιον (''paidion'') meaning "little boy".
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<u><b><big>Sassari</big></b></u><br>[ SA-saree ]
Sassari is an Italian city and the second-largest of Sardinia in terms of population with 127,625 inhabitants, or about 275,000 including the metropolitan area. One of the oldest cities on the island, it contains a considerable collection of art.

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## minoosh

* is uncomfortable talking to males, especially those near her age. Mild social anxiety + mild androphobia kinda sucks. ~~feel special, ethan and jackson.~~ talking to strangers in general is not her cup of coffee.
* tastes like coffee when kissed BYE
* dislikes getting her feet wet, but as long as she knows she can wash up soon it's okay
* too open-minded for her own good. black and white thoughts, words, and actions only happen when emotion comes in to play
* likes coffee flavored candy. Probably has a jar of coffee flavored Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans
* has concerning anger issues, or emotional issues in general. yooo bipolar disorder.
* covers her mouth when smiling or laughing. not comfortable with showing her teeth. sometimes gets so annoyed at herself for finding it easy to find something amusing/smiling and laughing too easily
* highly insecure about everything. second guesses herself a lot. scared of being judged so essentially is scared of speaking her opinion.
* half the time is sure everyone secretly dislikes her.
* hates asking for help/favors bc she thinks it might be her imposing/using/bothering people.
* finds it hard to dislike and borderline hate people
* grew up with "begging is giving away your dignity" drilled into her head. believes you should only beg when there is no other choice.
* secretly likes cuddles and hugs
* 100% sure she looks like shit with short hair
* picks at her bottom lip and the skin around her fingernails when thinking
* snort-laughter-giggles.
* loves the smell of mangoes
* lmaaotd - laughing my awkward ass out the door; makes more expressions instead of speaking more words in conversation
* in social situations, tends to keep her head bowed and hide behind her hair
* tries so hard to be tough and sassy and cool-ish but is in the end just an awkward dork ~~who won't ever do anything important in her lifetime~~. pretends to run on sarcasm, but really runs on innuendos.
* likes singing, but has resigned herself to the fact that she has a shitty vocal range
* on hot days when there's no point in taking extra baths (read: she's lazy af), she just dumps cold water down her shirt
* doesn't believe any appearance-related compliments given to her bc honestly she's ugly af and nothing short of extreme surgery is going to fix that
* theme song: borders by amber liu
* her favoriTE SONG ISN'T JUST ONE SAME WITH BOOKS SAME WITH MUSIC SAME WITH MUSICAL ARTIST CAN'T SHE HAVE MULTIPLE FAVORITES THANKS
* has been repeatedly told that whatever so called mental illness she has is her being psychosomatic/attention-seeking/overdramatic and she kind of believes it now. that coupled with her being afraid of being a bother results in lots of shit going down when she's alone.