Kasamir Aloysius Patrovna
Slytherin │ Third Year │ Thirteen Years Old │ Single │ Beater
It was a bit of anticipation Kasamir brought with him to the tryouts for this year’s version of the Slytherin Quidditch team. Last year, he’d had his reservations, especially given the humiliation suffered by the Snakes in his first season with the team, and seeing the attitude their Seeker brought with her. Airing a belief in defeatism was akin to surrendering the season before it even properly began. He doubted his Captain’s wisdom in making their Seeker her Vice-Captain because of her stated belief of a doomed effort, and told her so. However, the Snakes swept all before them in glorious fashion, thus proving his misgivings were misplaced. If defeat allowed no explanations, victory required none.
Spending summer in Russia, Kas had the chance to get in pick up matches with old friends playing for Durmstrang. It was fun being with them again, and getting to find out what the school he wished he’d gone to was like. His cousins also got him into playing the game they indulged in; it had no name and few rules, but it involved flying through the forest, ducking and weaving between the trunks at speed, tossing a ball around between two groups and getting it through goals hoops set up in the trees. At one point, they convinced Aunt Faina to play, since she hadn’t done so in many years, and Kas discovered she was an insane pilot.
For tryouts today, he was wearing a Russian Federation hockey jersey, with his Quidditch pads strapped on underneath in a vain effort to bulk out his thin frame. It seemed as though no matter what anyone did, he couldn’t fill out, nor had he grown much over the summer. A long-sleeved gray Thinsulate shirt was worn under all that for warmth, while a pair of black trousers and trainers finished out his wardrobe for the day. Slung over his shoulder was the bag for his Quidditch gear and other sundries, and the case containing his broomstick which he took care to have polished with a fresh coat of linseed oil and ready for flight.
“Morning, Keptin, Csuri. I am ready to fly when you are,” said the Russian evenly, his accent still thick from his stay in St. Petersburg, though his level of assurance was unmistakable.
Username: Graydon Ironshield
Character's Name: Kasamir Aloysius Patrovna
House: Slytherin
Year: Third
Advanced Flying I: Yes
Advanced Flying II: Enrolled
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 1 (1st, 2nd Year: Beater)
Any Special Skill: Deft Dodger, Good Arm, Mean Swing
First Choice Position: Beater
Second Choice Position: Wherever we’re thinnest
Slytherin │ Third Year │ Thirteen Years Old │ Single │ Beater
It was a bit of anticipation Kasamir brought with him to the tryouts for this year’s version of the Slytherin Quidditch team. Last year, he’d had his reservations, especially given the humiliation suffered by the Snakes in his first season with the team, and seeing the attitude their Seeker brought with her. Airing a belief in defeatism was akin to surrendering the season before it even properly began. He doubted his Captain’s wisdom in making their Seeker her Vice-Captain because of her stated belief of a doomed effort, and told her so. However, the Snakes swept all before them in glorious fashion, thus proving his misgivings were misplaced. If defeat allowed no explanations, victory required none.
Spending summer in Russia, Kas had the chance to get in pick up matches with old friends playing for Durmstrang. It was fun being with them again, and getting to find out what the school he wished he’d gone to was like. His cousins also got him into playing the game they indulged in; it had no name and few rules, but it involved flying through the forest, ducking and weaving between the trunks at speed, tossing a ball around between two groups and getting it through goals hoops set up in the trees. At one point, they convinced Aunt Faina to play, since she hadn’t done so in many years, and Kas discovered she was an insane pilot.
For tryouts today, he was wearing a Russian Federation hockey jersey, with his Quidditch pads strapped on underneath in a vain effort to bulk out his thin frame. It seemed as though no matter what anyone did, he couldn’t fill out, nor had he grown much over the summer. A long-sleeved gray Thinsulate shirt was worn under all that for warmth, while a pair of black trousers and trainers finished out his wardrobe for the day. Slung over his shoulder was the bag for his Quidditch gear and other sundries, and the case containing his broomstick which he took care to have polished with a fresh coat of linseed oil and ready for flight.
“Morning, Keptin, Csuri. I am ready to fly when you are,” said the Russian evenly, his accent still thick from his stay in St. Petersburg, though his level of assurance was unmistakable.
Username: Graydon Ironshield
Character's Name: Kasamir Aloysius Patrovna
House: Slytherin
Year: Third
Advanced Flying I: Yes
Advanced Flying II: Enrolled
Years of Previous Quidditch playing: 1 (1st, 2nd Year: Beater)
Any Special Skill: Deft Dodger, Good Arm, Mean Swing
First Choice Position: Beater
Second Choice Position: Wherever we’re thinnest
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- AC: 14
Modifiers: +4 to Beater Actions
Special Skills: Deft Dodger, Good Arm, Mean Swing
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