The BasicsFull Name:
Jasmine Allyria Taysir Nickname:
J, Jazzy, Habibi, Ally, Little Flower (Only her mother really still calls her this)Birthday/Age:
July 22, 1998 (Leo-Cancer Cusp) / 19Blood Status:
PurebloodPlace of Birth/Home Town:
Qornet El Hamra, Lebanon / Arvada, ColoradoHouse:
Alligator Juniper | Phoenix Feather | 12 inchesPatronus:
Yes, a PhoenixApparation License
Jasmine isn’t tall, but she’s not exactly short, either and is measured at 5ft 7inches (She likes to round up from the 6.5inches that she actually is – positive thinking!). She generally has an even complexion that lightly tans due to her Lebanese heritage and her love of staying indoors to read. She tends to wear white, but is not afraid to dip into any color available to her closet – under her school robes, of course. Her hair is blonde, her eyes are blue and her mother used to affectionately joke that she was the daughter of the milkman, but she is her father’s daughter and you can tell because she inherited his thinner body frame. Jasmine is not particularly muscled and could be described as physically nimble, if you had to ask. Distinguishing Features:
She occasionally can be seen wearing glasses, but it’s more of a fashion statement and less of a vision-dependency thing.
Delving DeeperPersonality & History:Jasmine.
The daughter of first generation immigrants, although they wouldn’t really consider themselves that – they did
live in England for a lot of their lives. Anyways. Jasmine was born in Lebanon and it was clear, from the beginning that she had some sort of purpose – the child had the innate ability to simply have a calming effect on things around her, but don’t most babies? Jasmine took a liking to help her mother in the kitchen and the garden, and became quite adept at finding worms after a rainstorm – and her mother became quite adept at keeping said worms out of her baby’s mouth. The pair of parents were unsure if their daughter had inherited their magical-inclination because she was starting to show all
of the physically recessive traits that the family had. Due to a lack of wizarding school establishment anywhere within the Middle East, Jasmine’s mother took it upon herself to start the child’s education earlier than an established school system might have, because in the case that they did move back to the West, she didn’t want her daughter to feel ostracized and mentally behind. Jasmine’s father, who had moved the family to Lebanon because his No-Maj employment with a museum in London wanted him in the field to oversee an archaeological dig, was ever the Ravenclaw and encouraged his daughter’s education.
There was a lot of trouble to get into, in the region of Qornet El Hamra, where Jasmine was born, and her very early education consisted of her mother simply watching as the child wandered a safe, but close enough distance to some of the naturally formed caverns in the area, while she taught Jasmine the names of the plants and rocks, and occasionally gems that the pair would find. Jasmine was curious, unafraid to climb whatever hill they found, and constantly distracted by flowers. Due to Lebanon’s history as a French colony, Jasmine learned everything in three languages from the very beginning of her education – English, French, and Arabic – because it wouldn’t do for the daughter of two well-to-do Arab parents to not speak at least one of her home’s languages. In the year 2001, following the aftermath of Al-Qaeda attack on the United States, the family patriarch decided that Lebanon would succumb to the fanaticism gripping the region – and he being a staunch supporter of Syria’s involvement with the country – and made the decision to pull his family from the country and relocate them to Colorado, picking the quiet Denver suburb of Arvada.
With access to a proper, established education system, Jasmine was quickly enrolled into school at the local space in Denver and it was just in time, too. She had her first experience with magic after a particularly rough moment of teasing during which she fried the piece of paper that she was holding. Thankfully, Jasmine’s initial display of pyro-favored magic was simply an age thing and an empathetic display of her feelings. As she grew, it became more and more clear that her mother’s early and gentle education had left a profound impact on the girl. Students were encouraged to join sports from an early age, but Jasmine naturally found herself constantly in the Nurse’s office, asking questions and wanting to help. She didn’t engage in what could be called normal social hazing processes and instead drew kids that were often labelled “weird” under her wing with her naturally affectionate and understanding personality. In class, Jasmine did very well at anything she really put her mind, too, and was found to be quite intelligent – which pleased her father, ever the Ravenclaw, beyond words and he often showered her with rewards in the form of more books on subjects that she really
adored. Her teachers often described her as quiet, shy, and a bit of day-dreamer during class, but during times of play or independent activity, they would tell her parents that she was gentle, kind, extremely organized (for her age), and very aware of her actions – and the people she allowed to come play with her, often taking up the role of organizing her own little activities to make sure that everyone got a turn.
You could say that she was the line-leader… a lot.
When she finally received her letter to attend Salem, Jasmine was extremely nervous about what house she would be eventually sorted into. At primary school, she had excelled at History, Heography, and Language Arts, and her parents had arranged for a private tutor to continue her studies in Arabic and French as more and more refugees fled the violence in the Middle East for lives in America. The Salem Institute was going to be a completely different experience, however, and Jasmine spent more than a few nights wondering exactly where she was going to fit in – her father was hoping that she would continue the proud family tradition of highly creative and people-oriented students, and be sorted into House Essex, and her mother was more than sure that she was a perfect fit for House Danvers. When the family sought out a wand, it was a wand of Alligator Juniper and a Phoenix Feather core that selected the young, blonde-haired girl, and her parents were even more interested in which American house would select Jasmine. Her parents also thought it was fitting to send Jasmine to school with a familiar and allowed to Jasmine free selection of one – and the girl chose a snow owl with pure white feathers, and named the bird Ruffles
. When Jasmine finally grasped Salem’s Light and lit the beautiful light-source, the flames the climbed within its glass walls displayed the colors of blue and black – Jasmine belonged to House Ipswitch. It felt good
to be surrounded by other students that shared her quiet, contemplative nature, but also understood that there was a place for knowledge – whether book learned or more of an intuitive, empathetic knowledge base.
There was a difference between knowing and knowing
Being among people who were just like her, in some ways, brought out some of Jasmine’s less than wonderful characteristics. She was, at the same time, protective and possessive of her house identity – she wasn’t called a refugee, or any of the other slew of other names that No-Maj adults and children liked to attribute to her family when they’d be out for a walk. She was found to be more critical and calculating than some of her classmates, but hadn’t quite let go of the silly day-dreamer that had spent more time drawing trees on her math tests than working through the problems themselves. Dating was a weird experience for Jasmine, once she reached the appropriate age. She was a private girl, but if one stuck around to get past the initial period of rebuffing, they’d discover that she was a romantic with a physically playful and warm flirty streak – and she was extremely
loyal and monogamous. She wasn’t necessarily a social outcast anymore, but she definitely spent the most time hanging around other Ipswitch students when she wasn’t fluttering around one of the two organizations she was a part of.
During her Primary years, she expressed interest in the Gardening and Herbology club and wanting to be an Assistant to the Head Nurse, which led to her enrollment in the Mediwizard Training Program. She felt like the two had always been married in her head because of her mother – and the Mediwizard Program was like her second home. Jasmine had always had a feeling that Medicine was where her true talent was – the wand that chose her was
made of Alligator Juniper. Her bedside manner was impeccable, something that Head Nurse Marcella Gutierrez didn’t need to teach, which was something the woman enjoyed about the girl and she found that Jasmine was genuinely compassionate, optimistic, and was an excellent pair of clear-headed, steady hands to have when the Dragon Lore classes get a little carried away with a learning exercise. Family:
- Jameson Taysir | Father | Pure Blood | Archeaologist, Historian (Focus in Ancient Muggle), Former Ravenclaw | Known in the European Academic Circles, Less so in the North America
- Fatima Taysir | Mother | Pure Blood | Healer (Retired), House/Natural/Garden Witch, Former Hufflepuff | Published a book of pediatric sickness cures and potions aimed at House Witches - Lilac for Nightmares & Other Cures for Baby Woes
- Abdullah Taysir | Pure Blood | Baby |
A Little MoreAcademic History:Taken From Last Year’s Transcripts
- Transfiguration – O
- Defense Against the Dark Arts – A
- Charms – O
- Herbology – O
- Advanced Alchemy (Replaces Potions) – O
- Astronomy – E
- Dragon Lore – A
- Magical History of North America – A
- Care of Magical Creatures – E
- Animagus Instruction – O
- Language (French & Arabic) – Not a set of classes offered at Salem, but Jasmine continues to receive books from her parents and had become quite adept at translating. She takes notes alternating in French and Arabic to often keep others from copying her.
- MediWizard in Training/Head Nurse Assistant
- Gardening & Herbology Assitant
- Student Council - Vice President
- Pursuing Animagus Licence
- Animals (More specifically, birds – she wishes there was an Advanced Care of Magical Creatures)
- Music (Nothing super aggressive, loud noises bother her while she’s studying)
- Bubble Baths
- Flying (Not that half-ass things with broom, no – flying)
- Boys (and occasionally, some girls, but mainly boys)
Habits | Mannerisms:
- Flighty/Non-Committal People
- Loud Noises
- Dark Chocolate
- Being Manipulated
- Selfish Creatures
- The Caretaker: Jasmine naturally assumes this role in whatever group she is a part of, and is always the first to try and put herself between people and their problems, or things that generally could hurt them.
- Talks to Animals: She’s more likely to talk to Ruffles than actually want to be social outside of the Medical Wing, but it’s something she’s working on. This habit isn’t helped at all by her ability to converse with other animals when she has shifted into her animal form.
- Biting Her Lip and Nails: When she’s deep in thought, she’ll often bite her lip and sometimes picks at her nails when she anxious. The behavior of picking at her nails carries over into her animagus form and as a bird, she can be seen clicking her talons against a branch or whatever she happens to be hanging onto.
- Animaga: She knows that the proper term is Animagus, but Jasmine prefers the properly gendered term, Animaga – she’s a girl, after all. Can’t she use feminine words? It’s hard to argue when you’re being pecked at by a bird.
- Forever In Flight: Jasmine loves being an Animaga, but she is very afraid that she may not be able to return to her human form after she has shifted.
- Guns: A No-Maj weapon. She grew up hearing gunfire as a small child in Lebanon, and after learning that her shifted form is that a of a bird, she has become extra terrified of the weapons.
- The Dark Arts: This isn’t a fear, so much as a lack of understanding? As a MediWizard in Training, Jasmine understands that some wounds inflicted by magic cannot be healed – this knowledge bothers her on a fundamental level.
- Being An Absentee Sister: Jasmine hasn't gotten to spend a lot of time around her baby brother and worries that he's not going to know who she is by the time she's settled into a career after school.
Extras:Theme Song:Notes:Animagus (Phoenix) –
The core of Jasmine’s wand is a Phoenix Feather – something that her parents found really interesting because the family is Middle Eastern and the Phoenix tends to be an important symbol in other cultures. Still, the Phoenix continued to be a symbol that was woven throughout Jasmine’s time in Salem. Her Patronus, once coaxed into existence took on the form of the otherwise benevolent bird and would be quite the defender if she ever needed to employ it.
The art of the Animagi wasn’t something that Jasmine even knew existed until she started to attend school at Salem. It was a difficult
subject that required the wielder to simply let go of their own skin – which was something that most people could not grasp, but she was beginning to see that she would probably become a MediWizard, and simply letting go of her own skin was beginning to be second nature. No one likes a self-centered nurse. She avoided the subject of the Animagi for a few years, getting a solid grasp on the foundations of what people thought it might be – was it a Charm or simply a higher form of Transfiguration? Jasmine couldn’t find sources that solidly point her one way or the other, so she applied herself to those classes alongside the classes that fit within a MediWizard kind of curriculum.
Studying under Professors Takenaka and D’addario, Jasmine finally found an academic subject that she genuinely struggled with. It was physically demanding and mentally taxing, and the first time she finally was able to shift out of her bipedal form, it was… Well, it really magic. The Phoenix, classically, has always been a bird associated with fire, red, and oranges, but not Jasmine’s bird. No, as a Phoenix, her feathers are white, not a pure snowy white, but the kind of white that catches the light in its spines and reflects a rainbow of color. So, it’s impossible to know exactly what color Jasmine is when she is in flight, but once she has settled in the shade, the white color settles around her like a cloak. This year, she hopes to finally be able to manage shifting without need to use her wand – it would be a tragedy to lose it somewhere. On's
- Oral (Receiving)
- Making Out
- Light Bondage
- Polyamory/Open Relationships