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Karlina's family has always been shrouded in mystery. The Moreaus (on her mother's side) are notorious for revealing little about themselves, giving people room to speculate and lose themselves in their own illusions, too busy with rumors and gossip to push for the information they desire. The Ackermans (on her father's side) have an air of secrecy about them, even when it appears they're being completely open and sincere. It's a skill they learned in order to protect their privacy, a skill acquired out of necessity and mastered after many years of practice.

It always seemed to be a strange contrast, a sort of middle ground that stood between two extremes, created to satisfy and never to please. The Ackermans looked upon everyone as though they were somehow superior, as though they were all-knowing and competent in comparison. But they also understood people, offering sympathy and good wishes to those who looked in need of them. Many thought it to be rather unsettling, some even went so far as to say that it was patronizing, but either way, those who looked closely enough could agree that every aspect of the family seemed to contradict itself. Nevertheless, it was their compassion that people latched on to, hoping to get a piece of it for themselves, forgetting about all that lay behind their devious mask.

It was easy to ignore the details of the picture that seemed not to fit in with the rest, especially with the appearance of Nicolette Moreau and her marriage into the Ackerman family. She was a beautiful, charming, and talented young woman with a bright future ahead of her and a shining smile to get her there. Many people adored her, both for the music she played and the way she carried herself, making it truly difficult to look away. She seemed to demand praise and attention without any intention to do so, enchanting people with her agreeable character and good looks, and still appearing humble and good-natured through it all.

When Karlina arrived on the scene, the difference between mother and daughter was staggering. Even from an early age, it was clear that Karlina was very different from Nicolette. Her mother was quite the performer, always playing the part of a perfect young woman, whereas Karlina felt no desire and no need to engage in fake appearances. Karlina always gave the impression of being quiet and stand-offish, preferring to sit silent than to engage in polite (and in her opinion, quite useless) conversation like she was expected to. A cold look of indifference adorned her face almost without pause, occasionally interrupted by a smile, which was most likely meant for her mother and no one else. When compared so closely to the effortless and natural charms of her mother, people couldn't help but think that something was off about Karlina, whose withering stare was enough to have anyone's skin crawling.

After Nicolette's passing, the situation worsened. Gone was the woman who had made smalltalk and long nights of festivity bearable, and in her place stood Karlina, alone. The girl seemed more bitter than before, less talkative, and less tolerant of people's attempts to cheer her up. People blamed it on grief, which was partly true, and after giving her time to mourn, Karlina's icy demeanor seemed to warm up.

She was still blunt with her words, didn't care much for masking them with politeness, and for whatever reason found satisfaction in seeing the weariness with which people approached her. It was true that she was more social, but an air of uneasiness clung to her like clothes on a rainy day, unpleasant and cold. There was something about her that didn't sit right with people, a shiver trickling down their spine with every piercing glance she spared them. Eventually, they began to avoid her, stopping only to exchange a polite greeting for a minute or so before hurriedly moving on.

Karlina's silence was assertive and bold; if she wanted to, she could issue orders with a few words under her breath and watch as people squirmed to carry them out. There wasn't an apparent cause for the discomfort that her presence seemed to bring about, or why certain people overcame it easily while others couldn't face her; it just was, and that somehow made it all the more frightening.

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STAMINA 5 ______	____EVASION ____7 ______	STRENGTH 4 ______
WISDOM 7	___ARCANE POWER ___6	ACCURACY 6

Mod Edit 10.01.21:
I can see that you did your research. You made sure to mention that it is an Adder, that you saw it at a path in a wooded area, since that is the usual habitat they are found in. Overall I canÄt accept this app, yet.
Fist, you will notice that I deleted some parts. This is just filling material to reach the WC, so I won't count them. Therefore you need to add a little bit to it (and include a word counter)
Second, this situation is unrealistic. Just saying that it is a wooded area doesnÄt make it plausible that a child just finds a wild adder (who has decreased in numbers a lot over the past years so finding one in the wilderness is hard enough). Everything is just there to be there. The snake to be found, the kitten to be eaten.
Please edit your application to a more plausible explanation as to why you are a parselmouth.

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Gia and Vance loved each other a lot, but sometimes, like all siblings, the two of them would get in a fight. If you were present during any one of those numerous fights, you'd know a very crucial piece of information. When the two Adelard siblings are not on friendly terms with one another, be on the lookout at all times. Yes, although these two children were very similar to other pairs of siblings, one thing was different. Instead of simply yelling or hurting each other - which still did happen, of course - Vance and Gia would play tricks on one another.

Most of the time these pranks were harmless, only meant to annoy each other a bit and make the other realize that you were smarter, stronger, or better than them. Sometimes though, a prank would get a little out of hand. With some of the tricks the two played on each other, a single small mistake could lead to a big, unexpected result. And when it was your prank that got out of hand, possibly drenching your brother in multiple cans of tomato soup. . . well, there was really only one thing to do, wasn't there? And no, it wasn't to stand your ground - especially if you were the younger sibling, like Gia was. The strategy that was most useful at times like that was. . .

To run away. To avoid the person that was angry with you, at least until they calmed down.

Not what you were expecting, I presume? Gia was like that too, for a little bit. Her competitive, defiant nature made her want to hold her ground and show that she wasn't afraid, not at all. But after things went very wrong the first few times she did this, the young girl learned that sometimes, avoiding her brother actually turned out to be better than standing her ground. Still, doing this was not easy. No, not at all. Vance was very fast, and she really hadn't had much practice, since she'd preferred standing her ground over running for quite some time.

It took a while, but slowly, over many years, Gia perfected the art of evading her older brother when she needed to. By the time she began her school years at Hogwarts as a witch, she'd had a lot of practice avoiding the people she didn't want to come face-to-face with - and not only her brother. The girl now knew how to dodge anyone that she wanted to. And who knows? Perhaps those very same skills will come in handy during her time here at Hogwarts.

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STATS: Stamina 8 ⋆ Evasion 6 ⋆ Strength 3 ⋆ Wisdom 7 ⋆ Arcane Power 5 ⋆ Accuracy 6

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The whoosh of passing brooms. The shouts of other players. The cheer from the crowd inside the gigantic stadium, lights of Omnioculars and cameras flashing at her from every which way, and Aly in the center of it all, sitting proud atop her Firebolt wearing the brilliant colours of her Quidditch team... she could almost hear the audience chanting. A-ly! A-ly!

"Aly! Catch!"

Aly's eyes snapped open and she dove to her left almost instinctively, which of course, was the wrong way to go. The Quaffle- which, in this case, was no Quaffle at all, but a stuffed plush ball made of bright blue fabric- soared past her to her right, exactly where she had just been standing moments before.

For there was no crowd, there were no passing brooms, and the flashing lights and her Firebolt and Quidditch team had all been just a figment of her imagination. She wasn't even a graduate, but rather a twelve-year-old girl just about to enter her second year at Hogwarts. Instead, the gigantic Quidditch pitch was just her fenced-in backyard just outside of Welwyn Garden City, the 'audience' was her mother Hesper sitting nearby reading the newest edition of Witch Weekly instead of paying attention, and the 'other players' consisted solely of her father Benjamin, who was now standing with his hands on his hips in the hot summer sun, having just tossed the fake Quaffle at her.

"C'mon, Als," Benjamin called out to her, "can't go daydreaming when you're on a real Quidditch pitch! Toss it back and we'll try it again."

Aly trudged over to where the blue ball lay in a patch of tulips along the garden's edge. She picked it up and bounced the toy a few times in her hand. "I just got distracted," she chirped to her father, walking back to where they had set up a 'goal area' for her to practice in. She would have preferred that they practice on brooms as well, but since they lived so close to a Muggle city, they couldn't really risk flying even though their neighbors were all wizards- who knew when a plane would do a flyover, after all? "I'll do better next time."

From her nearby chair, Hesper scoffed. The Salinger wife had been a star Chaser for Slytherin House when she had attended Hogwarts decades before, even though she had left the training of their daughter's Quidditch skills to her remarkably unathletic husband. "If you are serious about playing Keeper of all positions, Alyssa, you had best learn to reign in that active imagination of yours," the black-haired woman snapped, turning the next page of her magazine. "There is no room for a slacking Keeper on the pitch."

Aly swallowed, throwing the ball back to Benjamin, who fumbled it and dropped it himself. "Yes, Mother."

With that, and with absolutely no warning, Benjamin wound up and threw from across the lush green yard. The ball curved slightly to Aly's right, and she leapt that way to catch it, reaching out her hands so that the fake blue Quaffle smacked directly into her palms; she curled her hands inward, crushing the toy to her chest with a triumphant yell. "Wooo!"

"That's more like it!" Benjamin clapped, doubling over slightly as he laughed. "See, Aly? I knew you could do it." The curly-haired brunet man turned to his wife with a grin. "Did you see that, Hesper? That's some Keeper talent right there if I ever saw-"

A mischievous smile flashed across Aly's pale, freckled face as she saw her father move slightly, giving her a wide-open area just past him where she could see the other side of their yard. Though they had only really set up a goal area for Aly, that didn't mean that the open grassy area behind Benjamin Salinger wasn't, technically, his goal area... right? With that thought in mind, she darted forward as fast as she could, and before Benjamin had even noticed his daughter moving, Aly was throwing the fake Quaffle hard with all of her might past him.

Benjamin noticed too late- "Woah!"- and ran to grab it out of pure instinct, but he was too late; the ball sailed by him, just brushing ever-so-slightly over the tips of his outstretched fingers, smacking the fence on the other side of the yard with a muted thunk.

Her father turned to her. "What was that for?"

Aly was too busy celebrating to care, with her arms stretched up into the air as she danced about like a little loon. "Revenge!" she cried out, grinning widely. "And Salinger scores! An unprecedented move from the Ravenclaw Keeper! Ten points to Ravenclawww!"

From across the yard, Hesper peered over the top of her magazine, giving Aly an approving nod for the first time all afternoon. She didn't say anything, of course, but as Aly kept practicing her Keeper skills with her father until the sun began to dip low in the horizon and the house-elves called from inside the home that it was time for the evening meal, the warmth of her mother's pride buzzed through the young girl. She would play Keeper. Aly knew she could, if she just put her mind to it.

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Preferred Coding: Under the Amplificatum in the final Ency post, under my Charmer ability! Thank you and I hope you enjoyed reading this!

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Stamina: 3	Evasion: 5	Strength: 3
Wisdom: 8	Arcane: 4	Accuracy: 7

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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Seer
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Orion was always the weird kid. His family knew, his home's staff knew, and most importantly he knew. At least.. he thought he knew exactly who he was prior to his tenth birthday. Like every other birthday party he's every had the family mansion property the house elves made a delicate two layer chocolate cheesecake for him and all the guests that his mother would invite. Scratch that actually, if was probably all for the guests.

Small Sir Neptune had been feeling sickly terrible all day, something that just wouldn't work at a party that was, supposedly for him. However just because this young boy's party was supposed to be in celebration of him living another year, the reality was that this party was just another way for his pureblood family to find connections and quote-un-quote "Help Orion to a better future." Hearing the "Securing a better future for you." excuse being used on a daily basis in his home has simple told the lad "Just go with it". However while the young wizard sulked in his bed, privately hired healers were invited into his room only hours before the party would start.

As soon as the first healer entered, a new scene flashed in Orion's mind. The potion the healer carried was splat on the floor as it sizzled through the rug. The sound of panicked footsteps and loud ringing could be heard until a moment later, the flash was gone and the same healer with the bubbly potion was asking him to drink. Young Orion pushed away the potion with whatever might a skinny and sick 10 year old boy could muster as the healer's potion fell as the same sizzle and footsteps from his "vision" moments before followed.

Of course the party went on, and thankfully grandmama was able to whip up an old potions recipe for Orion, but the thought of what might have happened if he didn't have that weird vision often haunts the young boy's nightmares. Ever since then, Deja Vu can be classified as an almost weekly occurrence, no vision every longer than a few seconds, no vision the same as one already had before. Once or twice the thought of being a seer crossed small Sir Neptune's mine, however it never stayed long enough to be actually considered.

His mother knew a thing or two about the possibility of her son being a seer, due to his also banished aunt being one also. The choice of her never telling Orion was in fear, not in vain. Her sister being a seer was the biggest reason for her exile, with the forthcoming of a prophecy that wasn't exactly the greatest news to the Neptune family. For now Lady Neptune's mind would be made up though. No matter how much she did love her son the need to protect him was one of her main priorities. If that meant ignorance would be bliss for Orion then that's what it meant, and there was no other way to say it.

Updated Stats:
( Stamina - 4 | Evasion - 5 | Strength - 3 | Wisdom - 6 | ArcPower - 6 | Accuracy - 6 )

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