BROOKLYN PETROV

Full Name: Brooklyn Dakota Petrov
Nickname: Brooke, Brookie
Age: fifteen
DoB: May 9th
PoB: Notting Hill
PoR: Notting Hill
School: Hogwarts
House: Gryffindor
Year: fifth
Blood Status: Pure
Relationship status: Single
Occupation: STUDENT person-thing

Eye color: An icy shade of blue
Hair color: Dirty blond/brown depending on the lighting.
Skin tone: Somewhat tan
Build: Sporty, slim and tall
Height: 5’9
Weight: 122
Ethnicity: Russian, English and Dutch
Model: Rosie Huntington-Whitley

Tomboy. One of the many words to describe Brookie, but of course not the only. For as long as she could remember, she’s loved sports. She’s loved pretty much any kind, whether it involves kicking hitting, bumping, throwing or anything really. The only sport she has yet to try is quidditch. But that’s not exactly her fault. Her father thinks it’s too dangerous of a sport for his little Brookie. But she doesn’t care. First chance she gets, she’s picking up a broom.

Despite being a tomboy, Brooklyn has been known to have her girly moments. She can definitely blend in well with other girls when she wants to. She tends to dress rather fashionably when she doesn’t have a game, or when she’s inside or even when she goes out shopping with her mother or father. And sometimes, against her mothers warnings, she plays in her dresses, and nicest clothes. What happens to them? They get ruined. But she doesn’t care. It’s not her fault she attracts stains and dirt like a light attracts moths. Not only can she dress like them, but she’s known to have little outbursts, and rambles whenever she’s had too much sugar.

She’s not much of a flirter because she feels like boys will only distract her from her game and Brooklyn does not like losing. She strives to win every game or sport she plays even though she doesn’t always. And when she loses, she can be a bit of a sore loser, which probably doesn’t make other people enjoy playing with her.

On May 9th of 2060, Brooklyn was born to Rianne and Maxim Petrov. As a child she was showered with gifts and presents and basically whatever the young girl’s heart desired. She was a happy baby, most often found playing with anything she could get her little hands on. Soon after the girl was born, a baby sister came into the picture by the name of Minnie. Close friends from the start, the two girls were just about best friends despite how different they were from each other. Brooke tended to be more of a tomboy while her younger sister tended to be more girly and a bit more of a princess than her sister.

As she grew, she began begging for more boyish toys and her parents of course gave in, but were a bit more reluctant about each purchase. But they shrugged it off, feeling that it wasn’t all that important and that their little tomboy was only going through a phase and would eventually become the young lady they hoped they would receive. Were they that lucky? Of course not. Little Brookie is only lady like in appearance thanks to her mother but she’s quite far from that rich girl, snotty personality that you’d probably imagine at first glance.

A few years later, when Brooklyn turned six, tragedy stuck. At least in her eyes it was a tragedy. She was with her parents and Minnie at a local muggle amusement park for the day when her parents bought her soft pretzel. Being young and naïve, she decided to share her pretzel with the animals around. Most of them being the local birds and the ones in aviary. She munched along, dropping little pieces in front of her for the birds, watching them as the swarmed and fought for the little pieces they were allowed. Soon, the birds became anxious and daring. The larger ones, flying above little Brooke in the enclosed room would swoop down, running their claws through her hair, hoping she’d drop more. They grew more daring even as they’d swoop down and strike her little arms with their claws and beaks, leaving little marks, and often opening a wound. Quickly they all started swarming her at the same time. The young girl dropped the pretzel and shrieked for her father, running towards him as the pecked at her some more, trying to find more food. From then on, she was scarred for life. Refusing to go to the zoo, the circus and anywhere where she knew birds would be in large numbers and in enclosed spaces.

That was one of the many reasons why she wasn’t keen on going to Hogwarts for her first four years. She was too afraid of being in an enclosed space with owls flying around above. Well that, and owls were huge, SCARY birds. She hates talking about her fear because she thinks it's stupid to be afraid of birds, even though she can't help it. But now, with a kitty for protection, she’s ready to start Hogwarts and keep FAAAAR away from those birds.

Mother: Rianne Roos Petrov (nee Marlos)
Father: Maxim Olik Petrov
Siblings: MINNIE! Petrov
Pet(s): Forester, her Bengal kitten and Slinky her ferret.

Strengths: Sports. ALL OF THEM. Fashion (surprisingly),
Weaknesses: School in general, especially history of magic, memorizing things, birds,
Likes: Muggle sports, most animals, the color turquoise, cars, being outside, new clothing, peanut butter :3,
Dislikes: BIRDS. Bugs. Bats. BIRDS. Beggars. Bratty people. BIRDS. Chocolate.
Secrets: I’m afraid of birds and I do not like being called pretty. I will punch you.
Motto: I’m a constant contradiction. You’ll never figure me out.

Patronus: An ocelot
Amortentia: Leather, freshly cut grass, && new car smell
Boggart: Birds
Favorite food: Peanut butter
Favorite dessert: MOOOORE peanut butter
Favorite color: Turquoise
Favorite place: Any sort of sports arena and my house
Favorite sport: Ermmm. Soccer? Or.. Volleyball.. Ultimate Frisbee is fun too.
Favorite movie: She’s the Man
Favorite animal: A Cheetah