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RORA ANATASIA SHESTERKIN
VITAL STATS
FULL NAME: Rora Anatasia Shesterkin
ALIAS: Shesty
BIRTHDAY: October 22nd
AGE: 30
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Homosexual
BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood
OCCUPATION: Auror
POWER: N/A
PLAYBY: Lauren Cohan
ALIAS: Shesty
BIRTHDAY: October 22nd
AGE: 30
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Homosexual
BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood
OCCUPATION: Auror
POWER: N/A
PLAYBY: Lauren Cohan
THE CHARACTER
PERSONALITY: The most immediately noticeable characteristic pertaining to Rora is he ability to be positive as often as possible. Because why not? Rora believes it doesn't cost anything to be nice. Except maybe some of her patience. Of which she has plenty of. But being affable has gotten her generally her more in life. Honey vs. Vinegar and all of that.
But as much as she tries to bring light to people's lives, she often feels she doesn't get it reciprocated enough. Perhaps everything she puts out is superficial. People don't feel like she's being genuine, moreso polite. So oftentimes it never blooms into anything further. But in truth, she's lonely. She wants to be surrounded by more people. Whether they're friendly or not, becuase Rora can be needy. Experiencing loss like she had means she struggles being alone.
Rora also has a tendency to overshare. And not just about herself. But with information relevant to anyone. Some may call it gossip. But she doesn't talk about anything that could be up for speculation. If she's sure about it, she'll talk about it.
LIKES: dancing, sunsets, rain, hip hop, beaches, feeling wanted, bicycles, helping people
DISLIKES: intense violence, feeling isolated, winter, scary movies, coffee, sports, waking up early
HISTORY: Rora Shesterkin was born in St. Petersburg, Russia. She never knew her real parents, or what had happened to them. No one had ever told her, and she never bothered to inquire. The only thing that had ever really mattered to her was her twin brother Auden anyway. She knew he would never abandon her, and that comforted her during troubling times.
Rora and Auden spent a fair amount of time in a rundown orphanage on the outskirts of St. Petersburg. If it weren't for her brother, the experience likely would've broken her. Conditions were subpar at best. The heat never worked in winter, despite the weather outside being below freezing from October to April. Rodents and insects populated every room. The food was often donated goods - moldy, and atrociously horrid. For holidays, they often had discarded leftovers from nearby restaurants if they were 'good' according to the headmistresses. And they very rarely deemed them 'good'.
One day, one week after the twins 7th birthday, their moment came. A woman came the the orphanage. She was dressed in attire that was unfamiliar to the children. It was the attire of prosperity and wealth. Her skin was so smooth, and clean. And she smelled like berries, and other fruity scents foreign to the Shesterkin's nose. She smiled at them. No one had smiled at the Shesterkins except.. well, the Shesterkins.
Before they knew it, a headmistress was rushing them to get their things. They had been adopted. Even at just 7 years old, Rora and Auden knew their chances of being saved from their predicament were not ideal. But in the blink of in eye, it no longer mattered. After they had packed their meager belongings, and said goodbye to the other children, they were whisked away in a black SUV.
The woman who adopted them told them her name was Carey. Carey Ogletree from America. San Francisco to be specific. She explained she was magical - much to the delight of the small children, before enlightening them to the fact that they were as well. She told them in due time, she would help them become very strong. But first, they had to get back to America.
When they got back to America, they were surprised at what they saw. America was quite different from Russia. It looked friendlier. Cleaner. Warmer. Carey wasted no time getting the small children up to speed. She would not let them perform magic yet - she said they would learn when they went to Ilvermorny. But until then, they learned all they could, including English, safely in their home.
At 11, the Shesterkins were finally ready to start their magical journey. Surprisingly, at least to them, they were sorted into different houses. Auden went to Thunderbird, while Rora was sorted into Pukwudgie. It was the first time they would ever spend any meaningful time apart. And it would test them.
Auden had no trouble making friends. He was personable, and outgoing. Rora had a tougher time with acquaintances however. She had one or two close friends, but never the bevy that Auden had. She was jealous. She couldn't admit it, but she was. It often came bubbling up to the surface when she and Auden were alone, or back home for the summer. It never summed to anything more than a petty squabble. But it was still a nuisance to go through.
When they graduated, Auden and Rora both agreed to become aurors, at the ushering of their mother. Once training was complete, they were assigned to the Department of Magical Law enforcement. Arguably the most fun department! Inarguably the most dangerous. Case in, and case out, they executed together to the best of their abilities. Most of the time, they did a damn good job. No one was perfect, but they were a more than welcome addition to the team.
But then it happened.
It was supposed to be straightforward. A dark witch had been located in eastern Oregon. Rural country. Isolated. That was usually how they operated. Rora and Auden had been assigned as part of a detachment to apprehend the dark witch and bring her to justice. Easy enough. They located her in a small ramshackle cottage in a treeline. But she didn't run. As they approached, she just sat there. Starting at them. Auden was the one ready to apprehend. He approached, raising his wand, reading her her rights. Before he finished, she raised her wand, and uttered 2 words. 2 words Rora never thought she'd hear in her life. Not in person anyway.
It happened so fast. Rora remembers a green flash. Some yelling. And Auden lying in the dead grass in front of her. Not breathing. No life. Gone. 23 years years old. Never to take another breath.
Rora was thankful there was several other members of a detachment present. They went about apprehending the witch, which ended up in a chase anyway. But Rora stood frozen. One other wizard from the detachment stayed behind - 'A. Watts' emblazoned on his chest. Not to render medical aid. Not to check to see if he was breathing. Because that much was certain. It always was. Instead, he stayed behind to hold Rora as her screams ripped through the scorching August air. She screamed so long. And so hard. At some point her eyes closed, and she was no longer conscious.
Rora had trouble for a long time afterwards. She couldn't feel. She couldn't smile. She wouldn't call her mother, who also sat with grief, alone. It wasn't until she ran into Lincoln Watts one day in the lunch room that she realized she needed help. She can remember it like it was yesterday - she was sitting alone at a table. Not sobbing, no sound. Just tears streaming down her face. Lincoln sat next to her. "Hey Rora. I'm really sorry about Auden. He was.. really great. I know you're not in a good headspace. But I'm going to come here everyday. Crack jokes, ask you how your day is going.. ask you if you're okay. And you never have to answer me. But when you're ready to.. you're going to have someone there for you."
Days had gone by. Rora had not opened up. Yet Lincoln persisted. Why was Lincoln Watts so persistent? He cracked jokes, talked about his family would not stop talking about someone named 'Bea'. And he always asked her if she was okay. Without fail. 3 weeks after his shenanigans started, he came in to start up again. He sat down, preparing to regale her of some meaningless weekend tale, when he instead was brought into a tight hug. Rora sobbed loudly on his shoulder. She told him she was not okay. And that she missed her brother more than absolutely anything in the world. Lincoln had never experienced loss like that. He couldn't relate. So he kept his mouth shut until constructed otherwise, only for her to fall asleep on his shoulder at the lunch table.
Shortly after, Rora requested a transfer of function. Not to leave law enforcement - rather go to back of house, as opposed to boots on the ground. With the recent loss of her brother, she had no desire to 'get back into the thick of it'. Plus, it gave her the opportunity to work alongside Link, as she was placed into Evidence with him.
The two got along incredibly. Lincoln dancing while holding dangerous magical items, Rora teasing him about Bea. It dulled the pain of losing her brother. Without Link's dorkiness, she wasn't sure if she would've made it out of that dark place. He was a true friend, and she's forever grateful for him. Even if he is annoying sometimes.
But as much as she tries to bring light to people's lives, she often feels she doesn't get it reciprocated enough. Perhaps everything she puts out is superficial. People don't feel like she's being genuine, moreso polite. So oftentimes it never blooms into anything further. But in truth, she's lonely. She wants to be surrounded by more people. Whether they're friendly or not, becuase Rora can be needy. Experiencing loss like she had means she struggles being alone.
Rora also has a tendency to overshare. And not just about herself. But with information relevant to anyone. Some may call it gossip. But she doesn't talk about anything that could be up for speculation. If she's sure about it, she'll talk about it.
LIKES: dancing, sunsets, rain, hip hop, beaches, feeling wanted, bicycles, helping people
DISLIKES: intense violence, feeling isolated, winter, scary movies, coffee, sports, waking up early
HISTORY: Rora Shesterkin was born in St. Petersburg, Russia. She never knew her real parents, or what had happened to them. No one had ever told her, and she never bothered to inquire. The only thing that had ever really mattered to her was her twin brother Auden anyway. She knew he would never abandon her, and that comforted her during troubling times.
Rora and Auden spent a fair amount of time in a rundown orphanage on the outskirts of St. Petersburg. If it weren't for her brother, the experience likely would've broken her. Conditions were subpar at best. The heat never worked in winter, despite the weather outside being below freezing from October to April. Rodents and insects populated every room. The food was often donated goods - moldy, and atrociously horrid. For holidays, they often had discarded leftovers from nearby restaurants if they were 'good' according to the headmistresses. And they very rarely deemed them 'good'.
One day, one week after the twins 7th birthday, their moment came. A woman came the the orphanage. She was dressed in attire that was unfamiliar to the children. It was the attire of prosperity and wealth. Her skin was so smooth, and clean. And she smelled like berries, and other fruity scents foreign to the Shesterkin's nose. She smiled at them. No one had smiled at the Shesterkins except.. well, the Shesterkins.
Before they knew it, a headmistress was rushing them to get their things. They had been adopted. Even at just 7 years old, Rora and Auden knew their chances of being saved from their predicament were not ideal. But in the blink of in eye, it no longer mattered. After they had packed their meager belongings, and said goodbye to the other children, they were whisked away in a black SUV.
The woman who adopted them told them her name was Carey. Carey Ogletree from America. San Francisco to be specific. She explained she was magical - much to the delight of the small children, before enlightening them to the fact that they were as well. She told them in due time, she would help them become very strong. But first, they had to get back to America.
When they got back to America, they were surprised at what they saw. America was quite different from Russia. It looked friendlier. Cleaner. Warmer. Carey wasted no time getting the small children up to speed. She would not let them perform magic yet - she said they would learn when they went to Ilvermorny. But until then, they learned all they could, including English, safely in their home.
At 11, the Shesterkins were finally ready to start their magical journey. Surprisingly, at least to them, they were sorted into different houses. Auden went to Thunderbird, while Rora was sorted into Pukwudgie. It was the first time they would ever spend any meaningful time apart. And it would test them.
Auden had no trouble making friends. He was personable, and outgoing. Rora had a tougher time with acquaintances however. She had one or two close friends, but never the bevy that Auden had. She was jealous. She couldn't admit it, but she was. It often came bubbling up to the surface when she and Auden were alone, or back home for the summer. It never summed to anything more than a petty squabble. But it was still a nuisance to go through.
When they graduated, Auden and Rora both agreed to become aurors, at the ushering of their mother. Once training was complete, they were assigned to the Department of Magical Law enforcement. Arguably the most fun department! Inarguably the most dangerous. Case in, and case out, they executed together to the best of their abilities. Most of the time, they did a damn good job. No one was perfect, but they were a more than welcome addition to the team.
But then it happened.
It was supposed to be straightforward. A dark witch had been located in eastern Oregon. Rural country. Isolated. That was usually how they operated. Rora and Auden had been assigned as part of a detachment to apprehend the dark witch and bring her to justice. Easy enough. They located her in a small ramshackle cottage in a treeline. But she didn't run. As they approached, she just sat there. Starting at them. Auden was the one ready to apprehend. He approached, raising his wand, reading her her rights. Before he finished, she raised her wand, and uttered 2 words. 2 words Rora never thought she'd hear in her life. Not in person anyway.
It happened so fast. Rora remembers a green flash. Some yelling. And Auden lying in the dead grass in front of her. Not breathing. No life. Gone. 23 years years old. Never to take another breath.
Rora was thankful there was several other members of a detachment present. They went about apprehending the witch, which ended up in a chase anyway. But Rora stood frozen. One other wizard from the detachment stayed behind - 'A. Watts' emblazoned on his chest. Not to render medical aid. Not to check to see if he was breathing. Because that much was certain. It always was. Instead, he stayed behind to hold Rora as her screams ripped through the scorching August air. She screamed so long. And so hard. At some point her eyes closed, and she was no longer conscious.
Rora had trouble for a long time afterwards. She couldn't feel. She couldn't smile. She wouldn't call her mother, who also sat with grief, alone. It wasn't until she ran into Lincoln Watts one day in the lunch room that she realized she needed help. She can remember it like it was yesterday - she was sitting alone at a table. Not sobbing, no sound. Just tears streaming down her face. Lincoln sat next to her. "Hey Rora. I'm really sorry about Auden. He was.. really great. I know you're not in a good headspace. But I'm going to come here everyday. Crack jokes, ask you how your day is going.. ask you if you're okay. And you never have to answer me. But when you're ready to.. you're going to have someone there for you."
Days had gone by. Rora had not opened up. Yet Lincoln persisted. Why was Lincoln Watts so persistent? He cracked jokes, talked about his family would not stop talking about someone named 'Bea'. And he always asked her if she was okay. Without fail. 3 weeks after his shenanigans started, he came in to start up again. He sat down, preparing to regale her of some meaningless weekend tale, when he instead was brought into a tight hug. Rora sobbed loudly on his shoulder. She told him she was not okay. And that she missed her brother more than absolutely anything in the world. Lincoln had never experienced loss like that. He couldn't relate. So he kept his mouth shut until constructed otherwise, only for her to fall asleep on his shoulder at the lunch table.
Shortly after, Rora requested a transfer of function. Not to leave law enforcement - rather go to back of house, as opposed to boots on the ground. With the recent loss of her brother, she had no desire to 'get back into the thick of it'. Plus, it gave her the opportunity to work alongside Link, as she was placed into Evidence with him.
The two got along incredibly. Lincoln dancing while holding dangerous magical items, Rora teasing him about Bea. It dulled the pain of losing her brother. Without Link's dorkiness, she wasn't sure if she would've made it out of that dark place. He was a true friend, and she's forever grateful for him. Even if he is annoying sometimes.
OUT OF CHARACTER
My Name is GHOSTT and I play 1 character and I live in EST.
