play-by: barbara palvin
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Basic Information
- full name: kasia olivia bennett.
known as: kasia, 'that bennett girl'.
nicknames: kay, kaz.
age: fifteen.
d.o.b.: april 14th, 1981.
place of birth: st. mungo's hospital, london, england.
place of residence: godric's hollow, england.
species: witch.
blood status: mixed blood. (pureblood mother, halfblood father)
ethnicity: caucasian
nationality: british.
orientation: heterosexual.
medical history: n/a.
financial status: upper middle class.
wand hand: left.
wand: acacia, unicorn hair, 11 3/4 inches.
education: hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.
year: fourth.
house: slytherin.
marks:
- astronomy — E.
charms — E.
defense against the dark arts — O.
herbology — P.
history of magic — A.
potions — O.
transfiguration — O.
ancient runes — E.
arithmancy — E.
amortentia: jasmine, coffee, peppermint.
patronus: undiscovered, gazelle.
boggart: a large crowd.
health status: fully healthy.
allergies: none.
Appearance
- hair: light brown.
eyes: blue.
height: 1.52 meters.
weight: 96 lbs.
piercings/tattoos: earlobes, cartilage.
overall: Kasia is enchantingly small, pixie-like in both build and posture. Graced with small bones and an unreasonably high metabolism, she's often mistakenly assumed to be far younger than she actually is. She carries herself with an almost regal posture, light on her feet and with all the natural grace of a dancer, but this illusion of aristocracy is ruined by constant nervous glances to the floor, and the insecure shuffling of feet. Much to her dismay, she has not yet grown past 1.52 meters (five feet for those of you who don't use the metric system), and weighs only a few kilos more than would be considered underweight. Unclothed, you could see the ridges of her spine and count most of the individual ribs, but she doesn't plan on allowing anyone to see that.
Straight, with only the slightest hint of a wave, her hair is a light brown shade, with a few almost-blonde highlights remaining from when she dyed her hair three months ago. It reaches the middle of her back, and most often she'll be found with it simply hanging loose or tied in a simple ponytail, as she rarely does anything with it more complex than that. She would often fantasize of cutting it short or dying in an outrageous color, but she would never take that risk, nor would her parents allow it.
Her eyes are a striking blue, fading from a dark, nearly grey shade on the outside to pale, icy blue surrounding her pupil, often cloaked by her eyelashes. Thick but rather short, she adds a layer of eyeliner and mascara daily to accentuate her favorite feature. However, she will rarely meet someone's eye, and what effort she puts into making them stand out is wasted by her insecurities. Defined, angular eyebrows give her a perpetually bored look, and her plump, rosy lips are almost always pulled into a sort of smirking pout. Unfortunately, this also means that when she does smile, while still charming, it seems unnatural and strange for her. Her oval-shaped face retains very little of its original baby fat, giving way to a face in that awkward stage between child and adult, though looking at her nearly anyone can tell that when she does grow into her face, she'll be a stunner.
She grew up in a family where money wasn't an issue, so naturally she could dress extravagantly or spend inordinate amounts of money on clothes, yet strangely enough, she chose not to. When not in uniform, she wears comfortable, easy clothing; jeans, t-shirts, sweaters, beanies, and her practically trademark leather combat boots. She'd never admit to it, but she loves occasions that call for dressing up, and going above and beyond for important events isn't completely beyond her.
Straight, with only the slightest hint of a wave, her hair is a light brown shade, with a few almost-blonde highlights remaining from when she dyed her hair three months ago. It reaches the middle of her back, and most often she'll be found with it simply hanging loose or tied in a simple ponytail, as she rarely does anything with it more complex than that. She would often fantasize of cutting it short or dying in an outrageous color, but she would never take that risk, nor would her parents allow it.
Her eyes are a striking blue, fading from a dark, nearly grey shade on the outside to pale, icy blue surrounding her pupil, often cloaked by her eyelashes. Thick but rather short, she adds a layer of eyeliner and mascara daily to accentuate her favorite feature. However, she will rarely meet someone's eye, and what effort she puts into making them stand out is wasted by her insecurities. Defined, angular eyebrows give her a perpetually bored look, and her plump, rosy lips are almost always pulled into a sort of smirking pout. Unfortunately, this also means that when she does smile, while still charming, it seems unnatural and strange for her. Her oval-shaped face retains very little of its original baby fat, giving way to a face in that awkward stage between child and adult, though looking at her nearly anyone can tell that when she does grow into her face, she'll be a stunner.
She grew up in a family where money wasn't an issue, so naturally she could dress extravagantly or spend inordinate amounts of money on clothes, yet strangely enough, she chose not to. When not in uniform, she wears comfortable, easy clothing; jeans, t-shirts, sweaters, beanies, and her practically trademark leather combat boots. She'd never admit to it, but she loves occasions that call for dressing up, and going above and beyond for important events isn't completely beyond her.
Personality
- positive traits: curious, critical thinking, disciplined, creative, determined, intelligent, resourceful.
negative traits: abrasive, perfectionist, distant, insecure, fearful, cruel, cunning, detached, irritable, awkward.
talents: creative writing, panting, violin, Quidditch.
interests: poetry, art, pleasing others, reading, photography, travelling, the abstract.
favourites:
- quidditch team — kenmare kestrels.
books — Animal Farm by George Orwell, The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, various collections of poetry.
foods — cinnamon-sugar cookies, sourdough bread, salt-water taffy, greek yoghurt, kale
drinks — butterbeer, coffee, green tea, lemonade.
ice cream flavor — salted butter caramel.
- demons by imagine dragons
animal by miike snow
where is my mind? by the pixies
personality: Kasia is a surrealist living in a very real world, a dream in daylight hours, out of place and never quite fitting in. As a child, she lived within a world all her own creation, quiet, closed off, and content in her introspective existence. Her parents didn't think much of this at first, and simply assumed it was her growing in to herself, but as she aged they understood that it wasn't a passing phase but something that needed to be addressed, and soon. Her mother was a vain woman, consumed with outsiders' perceptions of their family, while her father was inherently good-natured and well-meaning but weak-willed, and bowed easily to the wishes of his wife. It didn't happen overnight, of course, and they never truly managed to fully take the dream from her. She's simply better at hiding it.
As the youngest of three children, Kasia's metaphorical bar was set higher than was appropriate for a young girl. She learned from an early age the skill of self-discipline, and crafted for herself a façade so perfect that even her own parents believed it. At times it is so truly convincing that she herself struggles to remember what of herself is real, and what is simply her ersatz personality. It's never as clear a line as people like to believe, and even in the most simple of beings, distinguishing between nature and nurture is as good as impossible. She can be cruel, unimaginably so, but it is merely a mask to hide her insecurity. Doubt plagues her in every waking hour, the constant questioning and second-guessing that after fifteen years has made her fearful and cautious. She would never leap before looking, so to speak, and takes no risks. An insecurity so deep had manifested within her that she keeps a wall of cruel words to hide her vulnerability, skin of the strongest iron to protect fragile glass bones.
While her doubt and insecurity consumes her, she has still grown into her personality. A dreamer and a schemer, Kasia's potential practically radiates off of her, and she is so blindingly possible that it leaves people with an ache to know what she will make of herself in twenty years. She knows with such strong conviction that she has the ability to achieve great things, but she finds herself constantly searching for guarantees, unable to take the risk of putting unfathomable amounts of effort into something if she isn't positive that there will be a gain. A restless creature, Kasia finds herself drifting from one obsession to the next, usually within a few months at the most. Ask her what she wants to do after she finishes school, and she'll tell you she wants to go into politics. Ask her three months later, and she'll be dead set on professional Quidditch. She's unable to focus on anything for a long amount of time, and almost all her goals are simply phases that will pass.
Many people would say that she's good at everything she does, and in a way, they would be correct. It's not that she is exceptionally skilled at whatever she tries to do, but that she simply refuses to put effort into something she's not good at. As she is naturally good at Quidditch, it has become one of her favorite pastimes, while she gave up on trying to learn how to cook after failing to please her parents with a single meal. 'If at first you don't succeed, try, try again,' doesn't seem to apply to her, and she only truly puts effort into things she's already good at, and discards the rest. She's a poet at heart, and has a way with the written word that contrasts her speech sharply.
If you knew nothing about her, she wouldn't strike you as a particularly intelligent girl. Her grades are fair, but nothing remarkable in the slightest, and speaking to her you would find that she stutters and seems incredibly unsure of what she is saying. Regardless of how people perceive her, however, Kasia is a highly intelligent person, though not at all what some call 'book smart'. She possesses wisdom beyond her years, though without sufficient means to show it.
Socially, Kasia is as far from a butterfly as anyone could be. She has very few real friends, and not even to any of them does she dare open up. Anxiety and fear control all her social interactions, leading to a girl who stumbles over her words, and practices trial conversations in her head hundreds of times a day for fear of mistakes. She knows from experience how to deal with people she dislikes, seemingly only eloquent when cruelty is her medium, and this has perhaps lent itself to her disliking most people, simply because it is the most convenient thing for her to do. When people flat-out refuse to play her little game of trading insults, or if she just isn't in the mood, she finds herself becoming a shy, nervous sort of person. Perhaps she's just naturally an introvert, or perhaps it washer lack of social interaction as a child, but the fact remains that she's as awkward as they come, and she despises herself for it. Though she's undoubtedly uncomfortable in social situations, she has a way of manipulating people, of becoming the voice in their head telling them to do exactly what she wants with subtle persuasive skill that reflects her less innocent ability to lie and cheat.
As the youngest of three children, Kasia's metaphorical bar was set higher than was appropriate for a young girl. She learned from an early age the skill of self-discipline, and crafted for herself a façade so perfect that even her own parents believed it. At times it is so truly convincing that she herself struggles to remember what of herself is real, and what is simply her ersatz personality. It's never as clear a line as people like to believe, and even in the most simple of beings, distinguishing between nature and nurture is as good as impossible. She can be cruel, unimaginably so, but it is merely a mask to hide her insecurity. Doubt plagues her in every waking hour, the constant questioning and second-guessing that after fifteen years has made her fearful and cautious. She would never leap before looking, so to speak, and takes no risks. An insecurity so deep had manifested within her that she keeps a wall of cruel words to hide her vulnerability, skin of the strongest iron to protect fragile glass bones.
While her doubt and insecurity consumes her, she has still grown into her personality. A dreamer and a schemer, Kasia's potential practically radiates off of her, and she is so blindingly possible that it leaves people with an ache to know what she will make of herself in twenty years. She knows with such strong conviction that she has the ability to achieve great things, but she finds herself constantly searching for guarantees, unable to take the risk of putting unfathomable amounts of effort into something if she isn't positive that there will be a gain. A restless creature, Kasia finds herself drifting from one obsession to the next, usually within a few months at the most. Ask her what she wants to do after she finishes school, and she'll tell you she wants to go into politics. Ask her three months later, and she'll be dead set on professional Quidditch. She's unable to focus on anything for a long amount of time, and almost all her goals are simply phases that will pass.
Many people would say that she's good at everything she does, and in a way, they would be correct. It's not that she is exceptionally skilled at whatever she tries to do, but that she simply refuses to put effort into something she's not good at. As she is naturally good at Quidditch, it has become one of her favorite pastimes, while she gave up on trying to learn how to cook after failing to please her parents with a single meal. 'If at first you don't succeed, try, try again,' doesn't seem to apply to her, and she only truly puts effort into things she's already good at, and discards the rest. She's a poet at heart, and has a way with the written word that contrasts her speech sharply.
If you knew nothing about her, she wouldn't strike you as a particularly intelligent girl. Her grades are fair, but nothing remarkable in the slightest, and speaking to her you would find that she stutters and seems incredibly unsure of what she is saying. Regardless of how people perceive her, however, Kasia is a highly intelligent person, though not at all what some call 'book smart'. She possesses wisdom beyond her years, though without sufficient means to show it.
Socially, Kasia is as far from a butterfly as anyone could be. She has very few real friends, and not even to any of them does she dare open up. Anxiety and fear control all her social interactions, leading to a girl who stumbles over her words, and practices trial conversations in her head hundreds of times a day for fear of mistakes. She knows from experience how to deal with people she dislikes, seemingly only eloquent when cruelty is her medium, and this has perhaps lent itself to her disliking most people, simply because it is the most convenient thing for her to do. When people flat-out refuse to play her little game of trading insults, or if she just isn't in the mood, she finds herself becoming a shy, nervous sort of person. Perhaps she's just naturally an introvert, or perhaps it washer lack of social interaction as a child, but the fact remains that she's as awkward as they come, and she despises herself for it. Though she's undoubtedly uncomfortable in social situations, she has a way of manipulating people, of becoming the voice in their head telling them to do exactly what she wants with subtle persuasive skill that reflects her less innocent ability to lie and cheat.
Family & History
- father: ryan bennett - 47 - hufflepuff alumnus.
mother: isabelle bennett - 43 - slytherin alumnus.
siblings:
isaac daniel bennett - 20 - slytherin alumnus.
bridget isabelle bennett - 18 - slytherin alumnus.
history: A spring child, Kasia was born to Isabelle and Ryan Bennett on April 14th, 1981, making her the third and last Bennett child. Though born in spring, throughout her first few years of life she was the embodiment of winter. She was snow, remarkably beautiful until disturbed by human presence, the breath of their words melting her into a puddle. She lived in her own world, sitting on the windowsill looking out on the lawn, silent for hours at a time. Even as a baby, she rarely cried, and didn't want to make friends. Isabelle, the very image of vanity and control, was used to obedience, complete with all the 'yes mother's and 'no mother's, from Kasia's older siblings, Isaac and Bridget, and Kasia's point-blank refusal to socialize was a blow to her confidence and her self-image. She lied to herself, told herself it was simply a passing phase, and that the periods of time during which Kasia said absolutely nothing were perfectly normal, though Isaac and Bridget never exhibited such behavior. When she was young, she would often run away from home for hours at a time, though running is a strong word to describe weak behavior. Wandering is perhaps more accurate, as she simply drifted around with no sense of time passing.
It was a fateful day, when she had reached eight years of age her parents took her to St. Mungo's, worried because she had to this day not exhibited any sign of magic. It was proud Isabelle's worst nightmare that her child may be a squib, and as both of Kasia's older siblings had shown signs of magic early on in life, there was quite a concern that she may not be magical at all. A few simple tests showed that she did indeed possess magic, and that she simply did not show it as obviously as Isaac and Bridget had. At this point in her childhood her parents also became increasingly concerned that her antisocial behavior wasn't simply a phase that she would grow out of. Lengthy talks, harsh discipline and consequences later, and she'd learned to pretend to be normal. As soon as it was established that she wouldn't be a liability to her reputation, Isabelle paid no more attention to Kasia than absolutely necessary. A spare few fleeting friendships wound their way in and out of her life over the course of her first ten years, and none based off of anything more than superficial playing—more playmates than actual friends.
Then her eleventh summer came around, and with the turning seasons came a welcome escape, in the form of a single envelope, elegant green script, and a seal showing a serpent, an eagle, a lion, and a badger. All her previous playmates had been of her mother's choice, and the freedom she anticipated with going to Hogwarts was enticing, as well as the wish that some form of her constant emptiness would be filled by her freedom and perhaps a friend or two. She was fully expected to be in Slytherin, as her mother and both her siblings were, while her father was the ever-appeasing Hufflepuff. She often considers being sorted into Slytherin as the only time she managed to meet her mother's expectations. Despite her high hopes for the school, her first year was spent quietly, immersing herself in art. She was a wallflower, silent, observant, and all together unremarkable, an introvert in all respects. She found herself wandering into the Forbidden Forest with frequency, and while many possessed a completely rational fear of the creatures dwelling there, irrationally enough, she wasn't afraid, but simply cautious.
Her second year passed in much the same fashion, though she developed a penchant for magical photography, and evened out her time spent in the forest with time spent in the air, flying to her heart's content. This led to a certain amount of disregard for schoolwork, and undoubtedly second year was the worst year for her, academically. Though she resented her parent's, she still wanted desperately to make them proud of her, and her failure to do so became a sharp reminder to herself to try harder. She found herself more lonely than before, and though she could always spend time with her brother sister if she was feeling particularly self-destructive, it wasn't the same as having true friends. Still, she was mildly content in isolation, keeping to herself wasn't as hard as she thought. She wasn't enjoying herself by any stretch of the imagination, simply coping, but slowly becoming sick and tired of her increased apathy. Isaac graduated Hogwarts that year, and went on to study to become a Healer, his unpredictable schedule making it nearly impossible for him to spend time with his family. As Kasia's confidante, this was the hardest on her, and she found herself withdrawing even further from others.
Third year was another lonely, insecure, nervous year, though she conditioned herself to respond to uncomfortable situations with a sharp tongue and sarcasm, earning herself more of a reputation instead of constantly fading into the background. It was at thirteen that she first discovered her love for poetry. It had never been anything particularly prominent in her life before then, simply something she was aware of and chose not to dwell too much on, but she'd been bored one summer day and wandered into town's library, happening upon e. e. cummings' poetry and becoming instantly enchanted. Not in possession of anything so mundanely Muggle as a library card, she often stayed reading what her mother would call 'boring Muggle literature' for hours on end in the library. After that summer, she found that while her interest in literature hadn't diminished in the slightest, it looked small and insignificant compared to her new-found interest in poetry. It became almost an addiction, and if asked what she liked, the first word on her lips would be reading, particularly poetry. Still, third year passed with little fanfare, her initial grand expectations of Hogwarts now seeming to her the delusions of a child.
Another year came and went, and her fourth at Hogwarts was quite possibly her defining year. She became if possible more introverted than she had been years passed, her only human interaction seeming to be snappy, rude, and angry. From the outside it seemed as though her perpetual anger was what defined her, when in fact it was her insecurity. Years past, she believed that her loneliness would pass, that she still had time to make connections and friends, but as she passed the halfway mark of her Hogwarts education, she became increasingly doubtful that she would ever truly fit in. The fear of judgment, the need to please, and the constantly increasing pressure turned her bitter, the harsh reality of the world having once and for all turned a gentle, quiet dreamer into a creature of cruelty, masks, and never-ending doubt.
There's always the hope that the summer will bring the relief she searches for, the getaway from all things difficult and painful, yet it never does. If anything, summer increases the pressure, with a controlling mother and an absentee father, and Bridget having graduated and heading for post-Hogwarts schooling abroad. The household is a stressful place to be, and stress is exactly what Kasia does not need right now. Anticipating O.W.L.s next school year, Kasia is both determined to study and absolutely certain she will fail. Faith in herself is something she lacks, and her lack of confidence may well be the end of her.
It was a fateful day, when she had reached eight years of age her parents took her to St. Mungo's, worried because she had to this day not exhibited any sign of magic. It was proud Isabelle's worst nightmare that her child may be a squib, and as both of Kasia's older siblings had shown signs of magic early on in life, there was quite a concern that she may not be magical at all. A few simple tests showed that she did indeed possess magic, and that she simply did not show it as obviously as Isaac and Bridget had. At this point in her childhood her parents also became increasingly concerned that her antisocial behavior wasn't simply a phase that she would grow out of. Lengthy talks, harsh discipline and consequences later, and she'd learned to pretend to be normal. As soon as it was established that she wouldn't be a liability to her reputation, Isabelle paid no more attention to Kasia than absolutely necessary. A spare few fleeting friendships wound their way in and out of her life over the course of her first ten years, and none based off of anything more than superficial playing—more playmates than actual friends.
Then her eleventh summer came around, and with the turning seasons came a welcome escape, in the form of a single envelope, elegant green script, and a seal showing a serpent, an eagle, a lion, and a badger. All her previous playmates had been of her mother's choice, and the freedom she anticipated with going to Hogwarts was enticing, as well as the wish that some form of her constant emptiness would be filled by her freedom and perhaps a friend or two. She was fully expected to be in Slytherin, as her mother and both her siblings were, while her father was the ever-appeasing Hufflepuff. She often considers being sorted into Slytherin as the only time she managed to meet her mother's expectations. Despite her high hopes for the school, her first year was spent quietly, immersing herself in art. She was a wallflower, silent, observant, and all together unremarkable, an introvert in all respects. She found herself wandering into the Forbidden Forest with frequency, and while many possessed a completely rational fear of the creatures dwelling there, irrationally enough, she wasn't afraid, but simply cautious.
Her second year passed in much the same fashion, though she developed a penchant for magical photography, and evened out her time spent in the forest with time spent in the air, flying to her heart's content. This led to a certain amount of disregard for schoolwork, and undoubtedly second year was the worst year for her, academically. Though she resented her parent's, she still wanted desperately to make them proud of her, and her failure to do so became a sharp reminder to herself to try harder. She found herself more lonely than before, and though she could always spend time with her brother sister if she was feeling particularly self-destructive, it wasn't the same as having true friends. Still, she was mildly content in isolation, keeping to herself wasn't as hard as she thought. She wasn't enjoying herself by any stretch of the imagination, simply coping, but slowly becoming sick and tired of her increased apathy. Isaac graduated Hogwarts that year, and went on to study to become a Healer, his unpredictable schedule making it nearly impossible for him to spend time with his family. As Kasia's confidante, this was the hardest on her, and she found herself withdrawing even further from others.
Third year was another lonely, insecure, nervous year, though she conditioned herself to respond to uncomfortable situations with a sharp tongue and sarcasm, earning herself more of a reputation instead of constantly fading into the background. It was at thirteen that she first discovered her love for poetry. It had never been anything particularly prominent in her life before then, simply something she was aware of and chose not to dwell too much on, but she'd been bored one summer day and wandered into town's library, happening upon e. e. cummings' poetry and becoming instantly enchanted. Not in possession of anything so mundanely Muggle as a library card, she often stayed reading what her mother would call 'boring Muggle literature' for hours on end in the library. After that summer, she found that while her interest in literature hadn't diminished in the slightest, it looked small and insignificant compared to her new-found interest in poetry. It became almost an addiction, and if asked what she liked, the first word on her lips would be reading, particularly poetry. Still, third year passed with little fanfare, her initial grand expectations of Hogwarts now seeming to her the delusions of a child.
Another year came and went, and her fourth at Hogwarts was quite possibly her defining year. She became if possible more introverted than she had been years passed, her only human interaction seeming to be snappy, rude, and angry. From the outside it seemed as though her perpetual anger was what defined her, when in fact it was her insecurity. Years past, she believed that her loneliness would pass, that she still had time to make connections and friends, but as she passed the halfway mark of her Hogwarts education, she became increasingly doubtful that she would ever truly fit in. The fear of judgment, the need to please, and the constantly increasing pressure turned her bitter, the harsh reality of the world having once and for all turned a gentle, quiet dreamer into a creature of cruelty, masks, and never-ending doubt.
There's always the hope that the summer will bring the relief she searches for, the getaway from all things difficult and painful, yet it never does. If anything, summer increases the pressure, with a controlling mother and an absentee father, and Bridget having graduated and heading for post-Hogwarts schooling abroad. The household is a stressful place to be, and stress is exactly what Kasia does not need right now. Anticipating O.W.L.s next school year, Kasia is both determined to study and absolutely certain she will fail. Faith in herself is something she lacks, and her lack of confidence may well be the end of her.
![[YEAR BAR] 5th Year](./images/ranks/NewBars/SCHOOL_Year5.png "[YEAR BAR] 5th Year")
