Post by KAM NASSRY on Jan 8, 2024 22:21:46 GMT
KAMAS ESTHER NASSRY
VITAL STATS
FULL NAME: Kamas Esther Nassry
ALIAS: Kam. Just Kam.
BIRTHDAY: April 19
AGE: 30
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
BLOOD STATUS: Muggleborn
OCCUPATION: Underground Duelist & Muggle Fighter | Legit Baker
POWER: n/a
PLAYBY: May Calamawy
ALIAS: Kam. Just Kam.
BIRTHDAY: April 19
AGE: 30
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
BLOOD STATUS: Muggleborn
OCCUPATION: Underground Duelist & Muggle Fighter | Legit Baker
POWER: n/a
PLAYBY: May Calamawy
THE CHARACTER
Kind of a badass.
Not that anyone's allowed to know that sort of thing, and the people who do are asking for a knuckle to the face if they say it out loud in Kam's proximity.
Kam was dropped at the orphanage at the age of three; single parenthood and a child with developing witchcraft didn't exactly mix. It took a couple of years for them to figure it out at the Orphanage, and a few attempted exorcisms later they too were at wit's end. It took a few years maybe, not long but long enough, for her to be snatched up and whisky away to a magical orphanage. They might've modified the memories of the workers, but no one touched hers. A part of her has always remembered, physically or otherwise, no matter how tattered and old the memories are.
She's twitchy, a bit jumpy. Prone to lashing out more than hearing out. There are scars, too.
She was never a complete recluse (yes, even as a child). There were a few other kids who put up with her, even some in the neighborhood surrounding the orphanage. Better than being completely alone, right?
Friendships are hard to keep when you're not right, though.
When you wake up screaming in the middle of the night every once in a while and wake half the orphanage.
Those get better with age.
When you go for a day at the pool and they see the scars, more than anything they've seen in their little lives, and get scared. Get nervous.
There are very few who are strong enough to stick with her growing up. Who look at the whole picture and aren't scared of her, or don't have parents who are in their stead.
Orphanages are meant to serve a purpose, a stop-gap on a child's journey to their next home perhaps. Perhaps something. Not forever, certainly. And maybe it wasn't forever; eventually Kam had to up and go to Hogwarts, even if she was forced back over vacations when she couldn't finagle an invite to a friend's. Pity or otherwise.
Her time at Hogwarts was meant to be different but how different was it really? Entitled rich kids a-plenty and new insults certainly but, different? Hardly. Classes were interesting enough but she didn't excel nearly as much as she needed to. There was only so much book learning you could get done when you spent every other week in detention for punching the lights out of some kid for their creative new insult.
She wasn't immune.
Kam graduated averagely. Nothing outstanding to say, a few friends and plenty of enemies made and forged in blood.
But the thing was graduation meant she was on her own. Figuring it out was something you could do with fists and a wand, but that only took you so far before you landed in Azkaban or some muggle prison. She knew better, was smart enough not to let that happen to her.
So she got a little job at a little bakery that would even think to hire her. She took what she could get.
Eventually, she fell in with, well, the crowd.
Underground fights in the muggle world, duels in the wizarding.
She gained the finesse to heal herself but you could really only do that to a point. She still got looks. From her boss, people on the streets. Maybe she kneaded the dough a bit rougher but mostly she just threw herself harder into the fights.
Ignored their questions, their looks.
Kam took care of herself, like always. It was better that way, couldn't get hurt if no one interfered - and most people who knew anything preferred to stay the hell out of her mess.
Good.
Not that anyone's allowed to know that sort of thing, and the people who do are asking for a knuckle to the face if they say it out loud in Kam's proximity.
Kam was dropped at the orphanage at the age of three; single parenthood and a child with developing witchcraft didn't exactly mix. It took a couple of years for them to figure it out at the Orphanage, and a few attempted exorcisms later they too were at wit's end. It took a few years maybe, not long but long enough, for her to be snatched up and whisky away to a magical orphanage. They might've modified the memories of the workers, but no one touched hers. A part of her has always remembered, physically or otherwise, no matter how tattered and old the memories are.
She's twitchy, a bit jumpy. Prone to lashing out more than hearing out. There are scars, too.
She was never a complete recluse (yes, even as a child). There were a few other kids who put up with her, even some in the neighborhood surrounding the orphanage. Better than being completely alone, right?
Friendships are hard to keep when you're not right, though.
When you wake up screaming in the middle of the night every once in a while and wake half the orphanage.
Those get better with age.
When you go for a day at the pool and they see the scars, more than anything they've seen in their little lives, and get scared. Get nervous.
There are very few who are strong enough to stick with her growing up. Who look at the whole picture and aren't scared of her, or don't have parents who are in their stead.
Orphanages are meant to serve a purpose, a stop-gap on a child's journey to their next home perhaps. Perhaps something. Not forever, certainly. And maybe it wasn't forever; eventually Kam had to up and go to Hogwarts, even if she was forced back over vacations when she couldn't finagle an invite to a friend's. Pity or otherwise.
Her time at Hogwarts was meant to be different but how different was it really? Entitled rich kids a-plenty and new insults certainly but, different? Hardly. Classes were interesting enough but she didn't excel nearly as much as she needed to. There was only so much book learning you could get done when you spent every other week in detention for punching the lights out of some kid for their creative new insult.
She wasn't immune.
Kam graduated averagely. Nothing outstanding to say, a few friends and plenty of enemies made and forged in blood.
But the thing was graduation meant she was on her own. Figuring it out was something you could do with fists and a wand, but that only took you so far before you landed in Azkaban or some muggle prison. She knew better, was smart enough not to let that happen to her.
So she got a little job at a little bakery that would even think to hire her. She took what she could get.
Eventually, she fell in with, well, the crowd.
Underground fights in the muggle world, duels in the wizarding.
She gained the finesse to heal herself but you could really only do that to a point. She still got looks. From her boss, people on the streets. Maybe she kneaded the dough a bit rougher but mostly she just threw herself harder into the fights.
Ignored their questions, their looks.
Kam took care of herself, like always. It was better that way, couldn't get hurt if no one interfered - and most people who knew anything preferred to stay the hell out of her mess.
Good.
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