Michaela Petrova

[Michaela Petrova]

MICHAELA GENYA PETROVA.


I DON'T WANNA SEE LIKE YOU.
& I DON'T WANNA BE LIKE YOU.

name michaela genya petrova.
nicknames mica, mickie, kayla.
gender girl
playby katerina graham
age 18. November 14th.
year Graduate.
wand ash, dittany stalk, 10 1/2 inches, slightly unyielding.

& I WANNA BE FREE.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.

physical description Michaela has beautiful ebony hair that falls in natural waves down to the middle of her back. She gets it trimmed to keep it at this length and has only once cut her hair to a short bob. Currently, her hair is a pretty wheat blonde, which she switches up every few months. I if she does nothing with it, she has total bed hair. Natural wave rarely means “pretty”, it simply means that something must be done with that disaster of a bird nest on her head. Usually she lets it hang down and her hair is of a thick, textured consistency. Michaela’s head and face is oval and heart-shaped with an aligned, downturned nose. She has accentuated cheekbones which she is always emphasizing with a pink blush. Her eyebrows are well groomed – they are kept light and raised so they almost always look like she is smiling or stating a question. Michaela was blessed with full and large lips and oval-shaped eyes. Michaela’s eyes provide a sharp contrast to her face with their dark olive green hue. All of her features are very soft so even in her troublesome years it was a challenge for her to look hard or untamed. She looks innocent with her doe eyes and sweet smile – almost, too innocent. There’s bound to be something up behind that pleasant face. If that wasn’t enough to remind people of her age, she struggles with acne like almost any teenager would. Even as a witch there are things you have to combat, but the beauty is magic and a lot of make-up.

She is what many people would call an “exotic” beauty because she has multiple ethnicities. Michaela is Haitian, Russian, and good ol’ English. She dresses very differently, and doesn’t follow a particular “style” of fashion. What I mean is that one day she could be dressed like a raggedy ann, another day in a bohemian style (which is her favorite), or a teenage witch. To just maintain one style of clothing is far too boring to Michaela. She is of a slim build but is rather athletic with larger arms and thighs. Mika says she’s well-endowed “in the back and in the front” and likes to flaunt it. She is at a very nice height, reaching five feet and seven inches with long, curvaceous legs. Michaela says weight is just a number and doesn’t like giving such information out. She is very pretty and appreciates this, but would rather be judged for her character than her looks or style of dress. But just because she’s pretty doesn’t mean she lacks physical flaws. First of all,her feet? They might as well be the size of her face by how horrified she is of them. Her second toe is the longest of all, instead of the big one, and while this really isn’t as uncommon as she thinks, it’s not something she likes to flaunt. Also developing at such a young age has had its…difficulties. She knows she looks many years older than she is, and Mica gets hit on guys far too old for her. It also comes with this expectation that she needs to be very mature, not to mention as a kid being one of the only ten year olds with boobs is like being the child with bottle coke glasses.


appearance, Henna tattoos are just a really fun thing to do when you’re out with your friends and they adorn her body frequently. They’re a piece of cake to take off (you don’t even need magic it’s so easy) and they are a beautiful temporary piece of art. She doesn’t like to physically blemish herself but she does have a secret (or not so secret) belly button ring she got on a whim, and one permanent tattoo on her wrist that she has yet to reveal to her family. Bracelets are an awesome invention. Her tattoo is a written line on her wrist and it reads “nosce te ipsum”, which means “know thyself.”
She also has a slightly bohemian manner of dressing, using bright, patterned prints. Mica is certainly a good dresser, and she likes to keep up witht he latest trends.
 

I DON'T WANNA THINK LIKE YOU.
& I DON'T WANNA STINK LIKE YOU.

likes Scary stories, candles and perfume, quidditch, hats, all things music
dislikes Jellyfish, sugar/candy/etc, irresponsibility, letter writing, arrogance
strengths socially adept, musically gifted, empathetic, creative, good with languages
 weaknesses judgmental, academically challenged, terrible at sports, easily impressed upon
 
personality So Michaela, what would you say was your greatest strength?

“It’s difficult to name anything without coming across as being vain, but I know I’ve always done well with music, and I love my friends. Literally, I couldn’t live without friends so I guess that would make me somewhat of a loyal person. I think that no matter what they do I will always love them, even if I avoid a person for awhile. I hope they feel the same way about me, because I’ve made a lot of really stupid mistakes.”

I’m sure not any more than a regular person. What makes you say that?

“I’m not sure, but I feel like I could have been better. I don’t even know what I mean by “better”, except that I wanted to do what all the cool kids were doing, and I didn’t listen to some of my friends when they told me it wasn’t a good idea. I burned bridges but I want to mend them, if that makes any sense. It’s harder than you think it’s going to be, living so far away from your parents on your own. I’m kind of ashamed of my actions but at the same time I don’t think I’m ready to completely change.”

You sound mature for your age, is that a fair assumption?

“*Laughs* Um, yeah. I kind of have to be. When you’re the only girl on the playground with a chest and a full figure, you have to grow into your body instead of it growing up with you. Because of that I’ve spent a lot of time with older people and I learned how to speak and think from them. It was embarrassing at first because the boys would all make fun of me and the girls were jealous of me, but my mom kept telling me I was a girl with a booty and that would never change. Now that I’m a few years older, it’s a good thing. A complete turn-around. I like the way I am. Mostly. I’m a girl, and I don’t know a girl who doesn’t have at least a few insecurities.”

Sure, that makes sense. What about your faults, do you have a lot of those?

“Of course. I mentioned one earlier, that I make mistakes. I know that’s not exactly a fault, but what I mean to say is that I tend to have poor judgment, and what seems like a good idea at the time rarely is. Then I feel bad about it later and I can’t get it out of my mind. Let’s see..oh, I know. I worry a lot. Which is good in a way, but sometimes my friends and family say it feels like I’m bossing them around telling them to do this and that, when I’m only trying to protect them. They tell me something they’re really excited about and I think “oh, this could happen, or what if that went wrong, how can you be sure?” And I might ruin the moment. I think I’m right a lot of the time, which just isn’t true. I can look back on it and know that my opinion isn’t the only or best answer one hundred percent of the time, but people can’t see that in the present. I offer advice that not everyone wants, and tell them I would do this or that differently. It’s not bad advice, but honestly, I probably wouldn’t do it either. I’m like a backseat broom rider – I tell the flyer which way to go or they should have flipped that flyer off, but would I ever do that? No way.”

What’s your family life like, do you have any siblings?

“I have a twin, he's wonderful and we get along…sometimes. We’re alike in some ways but not enough that people would ever get us confused. Well, if he were a girl they might, seeing as we’re identical twins. It’s beautiful to have him around because I hate being alone, I really loathe it, and even if my whole life got turned upside down and I didn’t have anyone else, he'd be there. We kind of have our problems right now, but we'll sort it out. My papa is from Russia and every once in a while he’ll ask me if he’s doing something right, and we have to tell him if it’s totally out of place here. My mom grew up in England, but her mother and father are from Haiti. I’ve been there a couple times and it’s a really somber place. It opens your eyes when you see people, usually muggles, living in poverty. I feel so bad, but it’s such a beautiful place. Overall, I love to go there. I don’t like being in Russia as much, it’s cold most of the time and I need the sun. I like when I get nesting dolls though, and music boxes. I get to practice languages a lot and if I could name a dream job, it would be interpreting. It’s the only time I like sitting down and studying a paper; memorizing words. I’m not much for school otherwise. ”

You’ve already mentioned friends and family are important to you, does that mean you’re a really social person, do you have hobbies?

“As far as social goes, I’d say I’m normal. I don’t talk to everyone I see and I’m not the most well known person in the area, but I’m perfectly okay with sitting next to someone I don’t know and saying hello. I like people, they’re neat. At the same time, jumping on the table during lunchtime and I don’t know, crumping? I don’t think that would happen, haha. I’m open with most people because my family is like that – they see people for who they are and not what they’re wearing or where they come from. Which is such a relief because I know people who aren’t okay with my differences. Hobbies? I love music. But I hate country, I feel like I need to say that. I don’t like the twangy voices, it hurts my ears. I’ve been playing the piano since I could sit up. I know I like it, but I catch myself wondering if I play every day because it’s my passion, or because it’s tradition and it’s what I’m used to. I like beat. If I could start over and go back to being a little kid, I’d learn to play the drums. It’s got so much rhythm, you know?”

How’s the love life? Are you a girl who’s sure of herself and grabs attention, or do you go for the chase?

“I don’t want to be running after someone so hard I have to catch my breath, but a little tease is okay. I hate being played and I can’t deal with someone like that, so I adios them if I find out about that. Sure I’ve got flirt and I know how to work it if the timing’s right. If I had to pick one, I’d rather be chased than be the chaser. I get signals mixed a lot, and I’m confused by what someone really means and it stresses me out. My love life is going but I think it could use a little spice right now, heat things up a little bit. I don’t mind to experiment or try new things, but I don’t want them getting too wild. Some things weird me out. I like boys and girls, something I’ve known since I hit puberty. Being bisexual has never been weird to me but it turns a lot of people off, haha and turns a lot of others on. In my mind though I usually picture myself settling down with a guy, so I don’t know what that means. Maybe I have more of an inclination. If there’s a big deal of competition for someone I usually back off and let them come to me. I flutter my eyelashes and dab a little extra gloss on, but I’m not stroking someone’s ego. I’m sexy, you know it’s true. I’m teasing you but I can be that girl everyone wants, but it’s not really me. If I was in a relationship with them and we were alone – definitely, if that’s what they want. But usually I’m more mellow and comfortable being gentle. I get really busy in my life because that’s how I am, I have to have plenty of things to do or I get bored, so in a relationship the other person can’t be super clingy, because I’m not around all the time. So to finally answer your question – yes to the first, usually no to the second. If I want somebody I put it out there, and not just dangle the bait like a mean fisherman.”

You talked earlier about trouble and making mistakes, can you elaborate on that?

“I can but..I don’t really want to. This was all really recent, and I’m still trying to get out of it and it’s hard if I keep bringing it up. I did what other people did, what they thought was cool. I was afraid of coming off as self-righteous because that’s what someone always says when I tell them I don’t want to do something. I went to parties and did some things that weren’t really legal. None of it was that bad, but there were consequences. I didn’t feel like myself anymore, my twin wasn’t happy with me and we distanced, some of my other friends were angry over my behavior. Other than that, I don’t want to dwell on it and instead I’d like to move forward.”

Would you call yourself a happy person?

“Yes! I hope that was enthusiastic enough. I get down like everyone does, but I like my life and where I’m going. I try not to dwell on the negative although that’s where I find myself a lot of the time, which probably gives off the impression that I’m not happy, unfortunately. I am, in fact because I’m happy I forget to show it. I assume everyone knows and I need to express it more. I smile a lot at least, and I’m not afraid of a hug. When other people are happy I’m happy, so I know it’s important to show kindness wherever I can. Not that I’m always nice, obviously, but I hope I don’t lay on the bitchiness too thick. Not to stereotype my gender, but I hold grudges like so many of us do. I just can’t let it go unless they apologize, and when they do I let them know how they can earn my trust and friendship again and then I let go of the past. Until then I stew on it. I can be catty and unfair, and when I want to see one side of things that’s all I’m ever going to see unless I decide to make a change, or someone convinces me otherwise. If someone can sit me down (which is the hard part) and get me to listen to them, we can have a long talk that’s really meaningful and usually they can get me to change my mind.”

Anything else we should know about you?

“I get competitive, so if you’re competing against me in something, watch out? Haha. If I’m having a really bad day I whine because everyone knows that’s easier than actually fixing the problem. Shopping is great, I like to go out and do girl things like shopping, slumber parties, nail painting. Even so, there are days I want nothing to do with it and lounge around in my favorite sweats. If you have a good story to tell I won’t leave you alone until I hear it; I feed off of that kind of thing. I don’t like to fight with people but I’m not afraid to. If there’s someone who needs to be told off then I’m going to do it. Also I know I said friends are really important to me and I’ll do almost anything for them, but sometimes what’s best for them is me being out of the picture. That sounds weird I know that, but I think people need to be alone at times to realize that their actions have consequences (like mine) and it’s really a reminder that you can’t take anyone for granted. Once they’ve sorted themselves out, we can come together again but if you’re just not listening to me, don’t expect me to keep saying the same thing over and over again, I hate being stuck on repeat. Oh yes! I can’t believe I almost forgot but something people find strange is I don’t like candy. Sugar is too sweet for my mouth and I cringe eating it. If I eat a lot of fruit, which is naturally sweet, I get hyper. I make poses and wild gestures for the camera because I think it’s more interesting that way. I think having my picture taken is a blast – I’m a bit of an attention hog. People give me a lot of different nicknames and I go by most of them – Mica, Micci, Mickie, Kayla, etc. I think that’s it, I mean I can’t think of anything else to say.”

& I JUST WANNA BE ME.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.

parents
Naomi Petrova - Mom, musician, 44
Dmitry Petrova - Father, ministry employee, 45
siblings Twin brother - Ivan Petrova, various odds and ends, 18
birthplace England
hometown Bristol, England
ethnicity Black/White - Haitian and Russian. Culturally English.  Mica speaks English (fluent), Russian (partially fluent), German (fluent), Hungarian (high efficiency), and Swedish (low efficiency).
blood halflood

BREAK IT DOWN, BREAK IT DOWN.
SO BREAK IT DOWN.

name Kel
age halfway to old
experience oh boy, ten years?
password - ADMIN EDIT -
anything else? hiiiiiiisample

There, it was done. Her perfectionism had finally allowed Michaela to finish piano practice for the day. It had gone on an hour longer than expected but you just didn’t quit until you had it right. If that meant Michaela was ten minutes into the song and she missed a note, then she had to start all over again. It sounds crazy, but to be really good you had to have that kind of drive. Without a music teacher around to slap your fingers or monitor your progress it was important to be self-motivated, and Mica was. Mica loved the piano just as she loved all music. Her hands were used to long hours of motion and key pounding but they had a dull ache now, which signified a job well done. And, if you thought that she was through with any and all things music today then you are sorely mistaken, for no sooner had she walked out of the practice room did she place magical earphones on her head and started situating between songs she liked. Whatever song you thought of, it would automatically begin to play. It was a music lover’s heaven. It took all of Mica’s willpower not to listen to it when she was sitting in class. The thought of being in detention because of it usually did the job at dissuading her. Since she was free this period from classroom activities, she happily donned the headphones and grooved her way down the hall until she was in the concourse where all the students hung out.

In the concourse Mica discarded her house robes, since they weren’t really necessary here and they were really hot when the fireplace was running in September, which it always was. She turned her head left and then right until she recognized someone that she knew. She did know a few people but they all looked busy and Mica didn’t want to interrupt in the middle of their conversations. Actually, she wouldn’t mind some Rose time but her friend had a class this hour and it was out of the question. Remembering that there was a couch directly behind her, and dancing to the beat, Michaela took one step back and sat down. She hadn’t even realized she was sitting on someone until they wiggled. Her headphones were of course, soundproof, and she didn’t hear their muffled voice. She looked at him though and she saw his mouth moving, so Mica pulled the headphones down around her neck. It appears as though she had just sat on her friend Alfie. Alfie did not look happy to be woken from his nap. Michaela smiled anyway. “I’m sorry babe, I didn’t even see you.” Don’t ask her how. When she got in the “zone” it took a miracle to get her back out of it. He looked a little funny with his face like that, so stunned and incoherent. She beamed at him, he was so cute. Very cute.

“You’re a rockstar.” Michaela hopped off of Alfie’s legs and turned to face him, one hand resting casually on her hip. She patted his leg a few times, just to make sure that it wasn’t about to fall off. “So, are they going to make it?” She pointed at his leg again and looked at the other Hufflepuff questioningly. “I really had no idea I gained so much weight.” You could tell she was teasing by the way she glowed when she spoke. Michaela knew she wasn’t fat and that Alfie wasn’t calling her fat, he’d just been startled. She reached out to tuck a strand of Alfie’s hair away from his face, her colorful nail polish glittering on her fingernails. Maybe she should go back to his shade of brown. Right now she was a blonde, which was fun and flirty for the summer but it was heading into fall and the natural look was all the rage. “All the same, good morning! Afternoon. Whatever you want to call it.” Some people said it was morning until noon, others until the sun came up. Faint noise could be heard from her headphones when they weren’t pressed against her ears but Mica left it on. She liked to hear music even in the background. It was like….the soundtrack of life.

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