KOTA Nadlerkotauyok
Gender: Male
Birthday: January 5
Age: 30
Blood: Pureblood; Squib
Nationality: Inuit-American
Education: N/A
Family: When witches and wizards graduate from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, there are many career paths that they can take. Most become aurors or ministry workers. Some go on to work with dragons or other dangerous creatures. But Ana Sinclaire had a slightly different path in mind. Always fascinated by what her fellow classmates deemed boring, Ana knew exactly what she wanted to do after her life at Hogwarts. So, at the age of eighteen, Ana took off to travel the world with the intention of studying small, obscure magical societies. Everybody knew about Britain's large wizard population; about all of the curse-breakers in Egypt; about the "Salem" population in the northeast of America.
But Ana was interested in the unusual, quirky cultures of the smaller collections of wizards. Within a week of graduating, she'd taken off to Australia, to observe the primal, tribal magic of a small group of Aborigines. She continued to travel throughout the world, spending a few months at a time in each location. And while Ana was always eager to visit a new group of people, she found that it was always hard to leave. Because each time, after spending months with a society, it felt as though she was leaving a family behind. But each time - every time - she packed up and continued on her journey.
Until, one day, she didn't. Ana didn't know when she arrived in Alaska to study a small tribe of Inuits that it would become her home for much longer than she intended. And never would she have expected to meet her future husband among its inhabitants. But one year later, she was wed to Maniitok, and accepted into the community as family. It didn't take long for them to have their first and only child.
History: Nadlerkotauyok is an honorable name among the Inuits. It means "to be worthy." But ever since he was old enough to realize that there were people in the world with normal names - people like his mother and pretty much the entire rest of the planet outside of their frozen little tundra of a community - Nadlerkotauyok hated his name. So, without many options, he shortened his name to Kota - and forced everybody else to do the same. Kota. No last name. No obnoxious, long-ass first name. Just Kota.
Now, one might assume that a small, magical group of Inuits would consist of some kind of weird tribal magic - maybe wolf leaders that could summon nearby wildife to obey them, or control the frozen tundra to do their bidding. But they couldn't be more wrong. In fact, life as an Inuit wasn't nearly as primal or remarkable as any outsider might think. Kota didn't grow up learning strange rituals or drawing chalk cave drawings on walls or hunting elk with sharpened sticks or anything like that. They didn't live in igloos and sleep on beds of ice like stupid people around the world seemed to think. Because who the hell would want to do that? They had houses. Real houses, with running water and stoves and bathrooms. Most people even had cell phones - technology wasn't a mystery to them, despite the magic that distinguished their tribe from others. It wasn't much different from living anywhere else - just colder.
It was soon obvious, at a young age, that Kota's life was destined to be very different from the rest of his tribe. His name meant "to be worthy," but it soon became clear that Kota wasn't worthy of anything - not even magic. For the first ten years of his life, it was just assumed that he was a late bloomer; that his magic would develop eventually. But by the age of twelve, when he still showed not even the slightest sign of magic, his parents were forced to come to the harsh realization that their son would not be like them. He would not be like any of them. Kota was a squib. He wasn't worthy. He didn't belong.
As a child, it wasn't so bad. Most children didn't discover their magical ability until they were older. But as Kota's friends began to harness their magic, he was forced to find other ways to contribute to the tribe. While others could simply pull out their wand, find the right spell, Kota had to exert triple the effort to perform simple tasks. He quickly became jealous of their magic, but also opposed to it. His friends would often offer to help him - to levitate this or burn that. And it didn't take long for Kota to understand. He was cared about and he was liked by his tribe; but without magic, he might as well be crippled.
Because of this, Kota quickly became hardened to magic - even offended by it. And he became determined to survive - determined to contribute - without it. Visiting a neighboring tribe and bartering for his first weapon - a crossbow - Kota joined the hunters of the tribe. Did they need him? No. But that wasn't the point. The point was that, as his skill grew, he didn't need
them either. And the longer time passed, the stronger his contempt for his magical tribe grew. Sometimes he thought about leaving - about going out into the wilderness of Alaska. Living alone. But no matter how hardened Kota became to life, even
he couldn't bring himself to break his mother's heart by deserting his family.
So, for years, he stayed. For years, he distanced himself. He grew into a skilled hunter and a strong fighter, but also into a weak and bitter human being - completely unapproachable to anybody aside from his immediate family. At the age of twenty, Kota did leave his parents' house, and didn't bother building a home of his own. He knew the land and he knew how to survive. So, never straying quite so far that he couldn't see his mother often, he retreated from the tribe and lived on his own.
By the age of twenty nine, Kota had shut himself off from society completely. There was no reason to go back - he didn't need them. Kota didn't need anyone. His alaskan malamute, Atka, sufficed as a hunting partner and as company. There were times when Kota wondered if it might be better to leave - to really leave - altogether. To go somewhere else. A different state - a different country. But who was he kidding? First of all, he wasn't a wizard. He couldn't just spin in a circle and pop up halfway around the world. And what would he do if he were to leave, anyway? Kota despised people, and the rest of the world was full of them. No, he was far better in his remote, unpopulated corner of Alaska.
But sometimes, things didn't go the way you planned. Kota knew this better than anyone. So, when his father got sick - really sick - and had to be taken to Britain, to a hospital that his mother knew about, Kota boarded a flight to London. Shortly after, his father passed away in a hospital called St. Mungos. His mother, unable to return to the tribe so soon due to her own grief, decided to remain in London with family for some time. And his mother, unable to carry on without her husband
an her son, begged Kota to stay with her.
It was his mother who suggested that Kota work at Hogwarts. And though it was the last thing that he wanted to do - to be surrounded by
more magic - he knew that being a groundskeeper surrounded by magic would be better than being a barkeep or a shop tender surrounded by people. At least a groundskeeper would be left alone. So, begrudgingly, Kota agreed to stay, with the intention that he would at least try to gain the position. Because if he cared about anyone in this world, it was his mother.
Appearance: One look at Kota reveals that he spends most of his time in the wilderness. With a generally unkempt appearance, Kota is of average height and a stocky build. Although he is of Inuit descent, he has retained some of his mother's finer features, such as lighter brown hair and blue eyes. If Kota
can carry a weapon, he does. He always has a hunting knife on his person.
Personality: Kota, first and foremost, is not social. At all. He's spent most of his life distancing himself from others, and he doesn't desire socialization, nor is he good at it. Interacting with others, especially new people, is always an awkward experience. He doesn't really care about anyone, except his mother - but at the same time, Kota isn't selfish. He's confident in his ability to survive, but has spent so much of his life trying to make up for his lack of magic that he doesn't really believe in his own self worth. He's hardened towards others because he hates magic - but also because, at some level, he hates himself.
Kota avoids people, but that doesn't mean that, deep down, he doesn't need them. He's very hardened to life, and doesn't understand how to connect with others. But on a slightly deeper level, he needs to learn how to connect with people again. He simply isn't very aware of it, and would likely never pursue it on his own. Kota isn't mean, or malicious. He's distant and blunt, something that many might interpret as rudeness, when in reality Kota is just socially inept from spending so much time in solitude. He's highly uncivilized, and has no interest in being civilized.
Despite his colder and uncaring demeanor, Kota doesn't like to watch suffering. Were he to see someone in trouble, he would be the first to step in and offer help. And then, when all was well again, he would likely walk off without a word. Kota isn't the type of person to help others in order to gain anything for himself, especially not attention. Kota doesn't understand gratitude, because it's something that he doesn't typically feel himself. In his opinion, he has very little to be grateful for. And it's unfathomable in his mind that others could be grateful for him, so he doesn't expect gratitude in return for his actions.
There are a few things in life that inspire true happiness in Kota, but only a few. Kota cares deeply for his mother - though, even in this case, he hesitates to use the word love. Because love is an emotion far beyond what Kota thinks he is capable of. But, if he were to love anyone, it would absolutely be his mother. Kota is generally happy in the presence of animals - probably because he spent so much of his life surrounded by wildlife as opposed to humans. His dog, Atka, is more of a friend to him than any human has ever been. And lastly, while it doesn't necessarily bring him happiness, Kota feels far more at ease with his crossbow slung across his shoulder. It's like an extension of him, and he feels out of place without it - like he might if he were suddenly missing an arm.
This is Hunter! I will not! But I would REALLY like for him to be the Hogwart's groundskeeper (not caretaker. GROUNDSKEEPER) and live in the hut on the grounds. SOMEBODY PLEASE TELL ME THAT THIS CAN HAPPEN!!!!!!! Because if not, I have no clue what I'm going to do with him
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