xxxSᴄʜᴏᴏʟ:Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry xxxHᴏᴜsᴇ:Slytherin xxxYᴇᴀʀ/Class Of:2066 xxxCᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ Eᴍᴘʟᴏʏᴍᴇɴᴛ:Stay at Home Father xxxDʀᴇᴀᴍ Jᴏʙ:Adventurer
xxx𝒪𝒲𝐿 𝒮𝒸𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxxAstronomy ⇾ T xxxxxCharms ⇾ EE xxxxxDADA ⇾ O xxxxxHerbology ⇾ P xxxxxHistory of Magic ⇾ D xxxxxPotions ⇾ A xxxxxTransfiguration ⇾ EE
xxxxxAlchemy ⇾ EE xxxxxCoMC ⇾ EE xxxxxCursebreaking ⇾ O xxxxxHealing ⇾ A xxxxxMythology ⇾ A xxxxxSoAR⇾ A xxxxxWizard Law⇾ EE xxx𝒩𝐸𝒲𝒯 𝒮𝒸𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxxCharms ⇾ EE xxxxxDADA ⇾ O xxxxxPotions ⇾ O xxxxxTransfiguration ⇾ EE
xxxxxAlchemy ⇾ EE xxxxxCoMC ⇾ A xxxxxCursebreaking ⇾ O xxxxxMythology ⇾ A xxxxxSoAR⇾ EE xxxxxWizard Law⇾ O
xxxCʟᴜʙs ᴀɴᴅ Sᴘᴏʀᴛs: xxxxx⇾ Dueling Club xxxxx⇾ Quidditch xxxxx⇾ Wanderlust Society
xxxAᴄᴄᴏʟᴀᴅᴇs: xxxxx⇾ Head Adventurer
xxx𝓟𝒆𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂xxx xxxxx⇾Hard-working Always trying to be the best, Vik works hard at everything he does, whether in class, in clubs, or in Quidditch. If he's not being the best, he will work hard to be the best. xxxxx⇾Ambitious He has high hopes of being the world's greatest adventurer, discovering new tombs, new artefacts, new spells... anything to make his name known. That means he will do anything to be the best, like no one ever was. xxxxx⇾Resourceful Vikram is great at finding what he needs in order to achieve his goals. If that means a new spell, a study partner, plant seeds, a hidden classroom... Vik is great at finding them and making use of them. xxxxx⇾Adventurous Exploring, climbing, getting lost in dark places, spooky old buildings... all things are interesting to Vik. He will go out of his way to explore an old ruin or delve into the dungeons at school. He enjoys the experience and is always looking for more. xxxxx⇾Natural Leader When it comes to taking charge, you can bet that Vikram is there and ready to take the lead. He is more than comfortable in lead roles, expecting people to follow the advice of the most charismatic person there, and naturally that's Vik. xxxxx⇾Clever Smart as a whip, but not one hundred percent book smart. He draws intelligence from all walks of life and knows the best places to apply it in order to achieve his goals.
xxx𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾ Exploring xxxxx⇾ Old buildings xxxxx⇾ Quidditch *Montrose Magpies* xxxxx⇾ Sweets xxxxx⇾ Green
xxx𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾ Taking orders xxxxx⇾ Sitting still
xxx𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾ To be the best xxxxx⇾ Discovery
xxx𝐹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈xxx xxxxx⇾ Death xxxxx⇾ Being mediocre
xxxℬ𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂xxx
xxx𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒽𝑜𝑜𝒹xxx xxxVikram is the second child born to Arjun and Chanda Bhattacharyya and the younger sibling of Fatima. He was born at Broadgreen Hospital in Liverpool where he was raised alongside his sister. Vikram's father, Arjun, is a wizard, attended Hogwarts and works part time in the Ministry's Department of Mysteries. He also manages the family's holdings in several companies. Vik's mother, Chanda, is a squib and owns a pastry shop in Liverpool. Both families come from money and they live a very comfortable life. His sister Fatima is two years older than him. When Vikram was four years old, he younger brother Kavi was born. Vikram attended Bank View School when he turned four, joining his sister at the private school. His parents also had a charm school private tutor for him as well. As Fatima's eleventh birthday approached, Vik was both happy and upset; happy for his sister to be attending Hogwarts, but also upset that he wouldn't see much of her. However, no Hogwarts letter arrived for her, confirming the family's suspicions that she was a Squid like their mother. When she cried, Vik tried to comfort his big sister, in the process having his first display of magic. That only served to make her sadder, though she soon forgave him. On his eleventh birthday, he received his Hogwarts letter and it was his big sister who planned the party to celebrate. xxx𝒮𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈xxx xxxVikram's first year at Hogwarts was a mix of conflicting emotions for the boy. When he arrived, he was Sorted into Slytherin which was opposite to his father's Gryffindor. However, his father still approved of him and sent him many Slytherin related gifts. He did well in school. However, he routinely got lost in the castle while exploring.
xxxSecond year saw Vikram continue to excel in classes and he continued to explore, poking his head into many different empty classrooms. He even attempted to climb the Ravenclaw Tower, but only made it a little up the building. He carried his brand new broom with him, just in case. Detention was a welcome side effect of his attempt, but he steeled his resolve that he would succeed in climbing the buildings.
xxxAt the start of third year, Vikram formed the Wanderlust Society, a club for adventurers to take hikes and explore the castle. He also reattempted to climb the Ravenclaw Tower, this time making it halfway to the top. During Quidditch try-outs, Vikram made the main team and only allowed one goal during the season.
xxxVikram's fourth went pretty swimmingly. He made the main team again, beating out Jaelah who returned from her year abroad. In Quidditch, he did pretty well, only allowing one goal through despite many shots taken at the goals. He did succeed in scaling the Ravenclaw Tower, which left one to conquer, the Astronomy Tower.
xxxFifth year, Vikram had a good Quidditch year. They also played a scrimmage game and Vikram played Chaser, rather than Keeper, which was pretty fun. He didn't do great in the game, but had a lot of fun. He also got to experience captainship in the scrimmage and they won. He didn't study much for his O.W.L. exams but did amazing in the ones he expected he would, failing the ones he already planned on dropping.
xxxVikram had an exciting sixth year. He was especially happy to not have to take the boring classes anymore. Quidditch was exciting and Vikram had an astounding year, defending his goals almost every single time they were approached. The year was also big because he confronted Csuri and they started a relationship. First it was only physical, but around the middle of the year, it turned into a real relationship. He even invited her join him during a week long trip to Germany to see the Quidditch World Cup.
xxxOver the summer, Vikram and Csuri attended the Quidditch World Cup and he treated her to a fully luxurious week in Germany. When it came time to go back to school, Vikram was relaxed when it came to classes, but he spent a lot of time regulating Csuri's stresses. He sneaked her snacks and meals to keep her eating. Vikram donated some brooms to the Wanderlust club and passed it off to Persephone. He also gave one of his brooms to Jazz Blackthorne. After discovering Jazz's ability to make themed cakes, he wound up getting their mom a job at his mother's bakery. Vikram threw Csuri an eighteenth birthday party, which inadvertently would lead to them getting pregnant, though that wasn't something they'd learn until the end of the school year. Upon the discovery and revelation, Vikram proposed to Csuri... twice... yet she was still freaking out and didn't realize he was being serious. On the plus side, Slytherin won the Quidditch Cup that year.
xxx𝒜𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒽𝑜𝑜𝒹xxx xxxImmediately upon graduating, Vikram introduced his family to his very pregnant girlfriend and started a wildfire. Of course his father was very upset since Vikram was already intended to one of his business associates. Thankfully, when they called to break off the engagement, her father was also preparing to call to do the same so it was an equitable break up. Vikram then immediately proposed to Csuri with an actual ring. They planned a quick wedding and before summer was out, Vikram and Csuri were married. Csuri moved into the house with him so he could help her as she moved into the third trimester. During winter break, Vikram and Csuri welcomed their daughter Tatiana into the world.
xxxFatherhood has been a good look on Vikram and it's become clear that Tatiana is already very much like her father, despite being almost a carbon copy of Csuri. Vikram, Csuri, and Tati attended all the Quidditch games at Hogwarts.
xxxxx⇴Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs: Arjun and Chanda Bhattacharyya xxxxx⇴Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs: Fatima and Kavi Bhattacharyya xxxxx⇴Gʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs: Vijaan and Fatima Bhattacharyya (Paternal); Deep and Darika Chakrabarti (Maternal) xxxxx⇴Cʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ: Tatiana Bhattacharyya xxxxx⇴Oᴛʜᴇʀ:
xxxPᴇᴛ:Half-British Shorthair/Half-Kneazle cat named King "Fatty" Picture
xxx𝓞𝓽𝓱𝒆𝓻 𝓘𝓷𝒇𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷xxx
xxx𝐹𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓈xxx xxxFᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Fᴏᴏᴅ: Butter Curry xxxFᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Cᴀɴᴅʏ: Toffee or Chocolate frogs xxxFᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Green xxxFᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ Aɴɪᴍᴀʟ: Dragons
xxxAʟʟᴇʀɢɪᴇs: N/A xxxIɴsᴛʀᴜᴍᴇɴᴛs Pʟᴀʏᴇᴅ: N/A xxxLᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇs Sᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ: English, Hindi xxxAᴄᴄᴇɴᴛ: English
Post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post
Post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post
Post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post
Post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post
Post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post
Post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post
Post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post
Post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post
Post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post
Post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post
Post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post
Post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post
Reply
