Rinkitori

Basic Info

Name: Abia Zein Khouri Arabic spelling: أبية زين خوري Age: 16 (Year 6) Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: Bisexual (fem lean) Height: 5'2 (158 cm) Ethnicity: Lebanese-Welsh Languages spoken: English, Arabic, Welsh, French Birthday: February 14th Zodiac: Aquarius Blood status: Pure-blood Species: Human (1/16th Veela) Conditions: N/A

Appearance

Hair color: Dark brown Hair length: Long, ends at mid back Hair type: Wavy with some curls Eye color: Green with colored specs Build: Lean and moderately athletic Skin: Tanned Scars: Large cuts on her right knuckle

Personality

+ positive/± neutral/- negative

+: Courageous, friendly, charismatic, selfless, sociable ±: Ambitious, flirtatious, daring, extroverted, witty, hopelessly romantic -: Cunning, indecisive, troublesome, reckless, impulsive

Hogwarts

House: Gryffindor Secondary house: Slytherin Patronus: Swallow Wand: Phoenix feather core, 12 3/4 inches, whippy, maple wood Animagus: Siamese cat Quidditch position: Seeker Amortentia: strawberry shortcake, peonies, cinnamon Favorite professor: Professor Flitwick

Preferences

Likes: Sweet stuff, tea, fireworks, beaches, cardigans, pastel shades, adventure (especially if there's some sort of danger) Hobbies/Skills: Singing, Quidditch, equestrianism, martial arts, potion brewing, dancing

Relationships

Lover: Merula Snyde Best friend: Rowan Khanna Close friends: Penny Haywood, Badeea Ali, Barnaby Lee, Chiara Lobosca Other friends: Andre Egwu, Talbott Winger, Tulip Karasu, Ben Copper Pets: Ameera (Owl)

✨ Honorable Mention ✨

MCs: Rinkitori Kirinto Phan (@krinkitori), Cato Kirkwood (@catohphm), Bridget Clarabelle Hargreeves (@syrooo)

P.S. Don't be shy to let me know if you want your OCs to be friends with Abia as well! She's very welcoming :)

Family

Father: Zein Khouri Mother: Mari Penrose Brother: Yaqoub "Jacob" Khouri Status in family: Spare/Spoiled youngest sibling Family dynamic: Strict yet warm

Facts

Yaqoub was a bit of a womanizer and would sneak girls into the manor. Abia always hung it over his head and would threaten to tell their dad every time she caught him. She never did it as of now, but it was enough for her to blackmail him for candy

Although she lives in a large manor, Abia feels like it is too big for her taste, and would much rather live in a smaller, cozier home of her own when she grows older

Zein always taught Abia that with your opponents, there’s no such thing as mercy. If they hit you, you hit back ten times harder. He thus taught her the cruciatus curse in case she ever got cornered by someone with bad intentions and had no other way out, as a last resort. She tried before, but was unsuccessful as she didn’t have the sadistic urge needed to cause harm. It took her a while until she learned even her father wasn’t 100% correct. He also started teaching her Muggle martial arts when she was younger.

Yaqoub and Abia once blew up fireworks in the manor’s gardens. It ended with them accidentally burning down the guest house. Yes, they got grounded. Yes, they did it again, but without any fires this time. That’s the memory she thinks of when summoning her patronus

Abia’s great-great-grandmother is a Veela. Because of this, she’s technically 1/16th Veela. However, because of how distant that is, she doesn’t have any of the enchanting powers half-veelas or quarter-veelas showcase. Though she and Yaqoub *did* inherit the beauty and glowing skin

If you get detention, there’s a 50% chance you’ll find her there as well

In case you can’t tell, she’s very romantic. Do not let her know who your crush is, or she will actively and persistently play matchmaker. Oh, and she will tease you a lot, but it’s all friendly

Inara is Abia's ancestor! She is Abia's great-grandaunt :D

Note: I 100% consent to Abia being used for any of your works. You don't have to ask for my permission to draw her or even drop her into a fic of yours. Yes, even if it's OC x OC, I'm delusional and like imagining that kind of stuff 🙂‍↕️

Again, credits to @fairytalesandlegacies for the bg

@krinkitori FINALLY HER TURN!!!

Well, this is part 6 of 27? (fuck I lost count) of drawing my OC's friends, where I try to experiment with my art every time! Finally, I went with one of Abia's friends, Rin! This one was especially special because Rin is the first-ever friend any of my OCs ever had belonging to another creator.

Thank you so much for being the first to believe in me and Abia, it means a lot <3

For this one, I wanted to work with the face being a side profile since I noticed I wasn't too good with those. It gave me a bit of trouble, especially the right eye (Rin's right, my left), but otherwise it was fine.

Things were going very smoothly, and I'll say this might be the fastest sketch I've had to do. Dunno if my hands are getting used to it or if the ref I used was easy since there were no hands here, but I think there might be an improvement. But dear fucking GOD THE SHADING-

I think with the way I shade, I deadass need to start trusting the process more. What I do is I draw ugly splotches and then use the smudge brush to make the folds and everything (which is coming out a lot more realistic than I intended). But the problem is it looks so. Goddamn. Ugly the first few minutes and then I panic and then it improves and I'm like "damn, why am I even panicking dude?

So Rin has a habit of skipping lunch to escape to the black lake, but this time she was not alone. This might be the first time Abia has stayed quiet for so long, she's usually yapping the ears off of whoever is near her, but I guess the wind is nice here 🤭

Like, she and Freyja might have drifted apart and found new friends they connected with, only to reunite years later in their respective careers, and they catch up in a café, reminiscing about their school days, discussing their current jobs/lifestyles (Wow! Rowan has started a family of her own and she’s expecting any week now? And she is a professor in Koldovstoretz? Yes that is a wizarding school. In Russia. Wow. How time flies.), and it’s like they have become best friends all over again, but more mature and content in the person they have each grown to be in the paths that they followed. Sadly, time flies, and they both have places to be, but they both exchange information and are determined to keep in touch even if it may not be a constant basis. They both hug each other goodbye, and Rowan whispers in her ear: “Always remember, Freyja...”

“It’s all your fault.”

AVADA KEDAVRA!!

Rowan krumples in Freyja’s arms, the same expression of terror and pain frozen on her face as it was in their 6th year, Rakepick’s cold chuckling echoing all around them as the sweet café gets shattered and destroyed by suddenly growing trees straight from the Forbidden Forest. Freyja tries desperately to revive Rowan, as dementors bloom out of the immense shadows cast by the looming trees, circling overhead as they near Freyja, and all she can hear as the darkness closes in and whatever is left of the light glows green in Rowan’s dead eyes are: It’s all your fault.

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Freyja wakes up.

Still my biggest supporter❤️

I AM BACK AND WITH A SUPER GIFT FOR @yoselin-uyu YAAAAAS