3 Jul 2021, 09:07
DO NOT POST HERE: Application for Magical Races/Talents and Special Abilities
STATUS: ApprovedLink to your encyclopedia thread: here
Year 1
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Lovely Creature
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):ReducioA girl who is so beautiful but never considers herself as beautiful, that is who Vivian is. Everyone around Vivian would call her as beautiful, pretty, gorgeous and so on, but it was very few individuals as she has not met a lot of people in the muggle world or even if she had met she would just smile a little and run away from them. Her smile fades away after hearing those compliments. Tho she would consider them as very sweet, she thinks it’s a lie thinking that they all are throwing fake compliments at her because of her being away from people and mainly children of her school and her mother who is so busy spending time with her child worrying over that. Who likes to hear fake compliments? But she was wrong, they all said that from their heart not for the sake of being kind or making her feel confident about herself. She really had beautiful features that she never realised, she had a smile on her face which attracts people the most, where the dimples on both sides of her cheek appear even when she smiles just a little. When made eye contact with her, you could see how adorable her eye looks, twinkling even when she cries. When she’s curious or shocked, her eyes would open wider where her eyeballs appear so clear to anyone looking at it, making them feel as though they were looking at an ocean. And her hair, her gorgeous hair which is strong and so long that nearly reaches her hip, shimmers in the sunlight making her look stunning. Tho she’d opened her mouth rarely before, she has a voice that sounds like honey which is so soothing to hear even when she stutters And stammers. The way she walks, the way she talks, the way she dresses tho she is not confident about it, her facial expression attracts a lot of people. Vivian was not the one to waste money but when it comes to facials, makeup and beauty products, she’d try to be the first one to get it trying to make her look good. But she’d never understood that she is gorgeous with or without makeup. She does not have a curvy or slim figure, but a strong, fit and well built body that makes her look unique and stand out from others. Her beauty attracts people to go talk to her, but she would run away thinking that they were there to bully or tease her. When someone stares at her for a long time, she’d go hide somewhere without them seeing as she’d think that they’re the dangerous people in the dangerous world trying to kidnap and kill her. But still, now, she doesn’t know they were just trying to talk to her.Word count:470
Year 2
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Obnoxiously strong
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
ReducioWhen she moved to Manchester in her 9 years, for the first time she entered the house where her mother and father lived together before the tragedy happened that is his death. Starting to amble the huge house, which is also full of dirt and spider webs here and there, she discovered a room on the second floor but it didn’t open when she tried to push it open. “MOM!! Why is this not opening?”she turned to look at her mom as she furrowed her brows. “Yes, I locked it before I left this place, the key... I think I have it in my bag, let me check” her mom replied as she started searching nearly putting her head inside it. Waiting for a long time for her mom to find the key, all she heard was, “I think... I lost it, dear”. Vivian's face fell on hearing that, “Why do you have to lock this? Does it... by chance have any treasure?” her eyes widened as she asked her mom, her mom laughed out loud on hearing that making the blonde’s face flush, “ok, ok, enough mom, it’s just a doubt” she turned away from her mom in embarrassment. “AH! I think... I have another key for it, I’ll find where it is, okay? And it has a treasure but not mine but your father’s” her mother’s voice broke when she said the last word, Vivian didn’t mind to ask more as knows what would happen next.
It was two weeks later, Vivian received the key from her mom and opened the door. It was a gym, a mini gym which had an adjustable bench, barbell stand, dumbbells, exercise ball, leg curl extension, treadmill, gym bike and some more she didn’t know the names. The blonde was so into fitness but she was so scared to get outside her house and the house she lived in before had no enough space to keep all this equipment. Her eyes widened, her mouth opened not able to say another word but managed to say, “W-WOW!!” tears dripping down from her eyes. Vivian wanted to use all this but her mother considered it dangerous to do it alone without an adult’s help. Her mother appointed a personal fitness trainer for the blonde tho she was scared of her trainer, she would follow and does what she says. It was three years since then, she grew stronger and stronger tho she doesn’t look as strong as she was. One could feel how strong she is when she hits them but she is a very good girl, she wouldn’t hit anyone unless it’s a game. Her main motive to learn it was to hit her bullies if they mess with her again. Fortunately, she received her Hogwarts letter when she believed that she’s stronger and finally dared to punch them on their face and unfortunately, she wasn’t able to fulfil her dream, which is to hit them.Word count:495
Sta 8|Eva 5|Str 8|Wis 6|Arc 5|Acc 8
LOVELY CREATURE| OBNOXIOUSLY STRONG
3 Jul 2021, 16:39
DO NOT POST HERE: Application for Magical Races/Talents and Special Abilities
ENCY: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=1343
ABILITY: Crucio y5
The past few days for almost a week, she felt terrible, sick and irritatable and she knew well the culprit of such a behavioural change. The Slytherin, Andrew, had warned her but never had she thought it would come down to this. How had she fallen this far deep? Down into a place dark, cruel, cold and empty. It was a short overwhelming desire driven by self-gratification that overridden all her morals, logic and humanity from the confinement of her being. To deliver pain - no - to torture very very badly. And it was terrifying. Unfortunately, at the moment, the fifteen-year-old witch couldn't care less for she was incredibly desperate.
The cherry wood wand had since been drawn from her side, held in a vice grip. It was a graceful extension of her arcane prowess, a tool to utilise or a weapon to abuse. Within seconds, it would be evident what its purpose was today. In a light breath of air from her parted lips, "Crucio." An incantation of only 2 syllabuses and 6 letters. Simple, straight forward and down to the point. There was no way, would she be able to take this back. The light common in most spellcasting which arbitrates the success of a curse was absent contrary to the noise elicited almost deafening.
Boredom and need were some of the ingredients which sparked creation, learning and discovery. Aurelia was bored then when she picked up a certain spellbook in the expansive collection in the dusty Notresvace library. Disturbingly so, the book drew her in like a nickel to a magnet. How could it not, the content within the pages gave her an insight into sheer power, even if it was just a glimpse. Almost half a day had she spent with her nose in the book, far longer than a witch as young as she should have. Even then, it was not enough for she could only close the book shut when the page containing a particular curse was torn from its spine and fitted into her pocket. It was only to satiate her curiosity and interest, at least that was what she told herself.
Knowledge was powerful, like the magical instrument that she relied on daily, it was a tool and a weapon.
The screams were loud, but her conscience stubbornly shut it out. The desperate cries of distress registered to be a distance away as if her mind had taken the wheel and had pushed her consciousness back into the quieter, calmer recesses. Only for a few seconds would she hold her wand levelled, it was terrifying not to be in control of her own thoughts and mind and took steel will to break out of the fervorous trance, to pull the wand away from its trajectory. The screaming ceased, replaced by sobbing as the man - no boy - scurried backwards on his rear.
What had she done? The look in his eyes was nothing short of terror. "P-Please... Wha- I-"" The young man scrambled to his feet, from a shelf, retrieved some boxes and splaying it on the counter in front of her. "I- I beg you... I'm just doing my job..." He repeated once again as he returned to the ground, hugging his knees as he rocked back and forth. "I'm just doing my job..." The words was barely audible, this time he was not looking at her, thankfully for her visage wore a look of mortification. Aurelia Notresvace got what she wanted, she always did. Her hands began gathering the boxes of cigarettes, it was enough to last a month or, perhaps, just a few weeks.
Only then did she notice that her hands were shaking and the moisture clouding her vision. What had she done? The guilt that lapped at her ankles reeled back and shortly but surely crashed onto her in a massive wave, pulling her into the deep, suffocating her of her vital lifeforce. She had to get out of the place, out of this superette and never return. From her pocket, she retrieved a wad of cash, more than thrice the amount worth the packs of cigarettes, leaving it on the counter, she would turn around. The room was spinning and oscillating.
Monster.
Never again was its cage door to be unlocked. Never. Again.
STATUS: Denied
Mod edit:
The act of casting an unforgivable is punishable by law. Something that would send someone away for the rest of their youth. Couple with the use of underaged magic, the Ministry would take note. In public places, yes those places muggles frequented called convenience stores where no other magic would be cast but by the rare smattering of wizards that frequented the locales. In wizarding places where drawing a wand is equivalent to drawing a gun and casting an unforgivable is like taking a visible, recognizable shot with a bullet. this would be caught, she would be discovered as the Ministry turns a blind eye to most things but not something that would make the front page of the paper. She would be taken from her home, from her family, her crimes would be laid bare and she would be sent away, Hogwarts would not be willing to treat a fledgling dark wizard. Her magical career would end on that day although it might have taken a few hours to complete the paperwork, to summon the authorities and to find a mere child that smelled of smoke.
Your character with the approval of this application would be in Azkaban. Therefore we cannot approve it without the reconciliation of its use on multiple levels. As we said before there would be clear consequences for this. Try again.
Also the Index issues hasn't been resolved, mainly the question about where Aurelia has been all the time. Because as said, as a minor she can't just be on her own.
ABILITY: Crucio y5
The past few days for almost a week, she felt terrible, sick and irritatable and she knew well the culprit of such a behavioural change. The Slytherin, Andrew, had warned her but never had she thought it would come down to this. How had she fallen this far deep? Down into a place dark, cruel, cold and empty. It was a short overwhelming desire driven by self-gratification that overridden all her morals, logic and humanity from the confinement of her being. To deliver pain - no - to torture very very badly. And it was terrifying. Unfortunately, at the moment, the fifteen-year-old witch couldn't care less for she was incredibly desperate.
The cherry wood wand had since been drawn from her side, held in a vice grip. It was a graceful extension of her arcane prowess, a tool to utilise or a weapon to abuse. Within seconds, it would be evident what its purpose was today. In a light breath of air from her parted lips, "Crucio." An incantation of only 2 syllabuses and 6 letters. Simple, straight forward and down to the point. There was no way, would she be able to take this back. The light common in most spellcasting which arbitrates the success of a curse was absent contrary to the noise elicited almost deafening.
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Dear Monster.
How are you feeling on this fine evening, my pet?
Ravenous.
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Dear Monster.
How are you feeling on this fine evening, my pet?
Ravenous.
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Boredom and need were some of the ingredients which sparked creation, learning and discovery. Aurelia was bored then when she picked up a certain spellbook in the expansive collection in the dusty Notresvace library. Disturbingly so, the book drew her in like a nickel to a magnet. How could it not, the content within the pages gave her an insight into sheer power, even if it was just a glimpse. Almost half a day had she spent with her nose in the book, far longer than a witch as young as she should have. Even then, it was not enough for she could only close the book shut when the page containing a particular curse was torn from its spine and fitted into her pocket. It was only to satiate her curiosity and interest, at least that was what she told herself.
Knowledge was powerful, like the magical instrument that she relied on daily, it was a tool and a weapon.
---------------------------------------------------------------------
The screams were loud, but her conscience stubbornly shut it out. The desperate cries of distress registered to be a distance away as if her mind had taken the wheel and had pushed her consciousness back into the quieter, calmer recesses. Only for a few seconds would she hold her wand levelled, it was terrifying not to be in control of her own thoughts and mind and took steel will to break out of the fervorous trance, to pull the wand away from its trajectory. The screaming ceased, replaced by sobbing as the man - no boy - scurried backwards on his rear.
What had she done? The look in his eyes was nothing short of terror. "P-Please... Wha- I-"" The young man scrambled to his feet, from a shelf, retrieved some boxes and splaying it on the counter in front of her. "I- I beg you... I'm just doing my job..." He repeated once again as he returned to the ground, hugging his knees as he rocked back and forth. "I'm just doing my job..." The words was barely audible, this time he was not looking at her, thankfully for her visage wore a look of mortification. Aurelia Notresvace got what she wanted, she always did. Her hands began gathering the boxes of cigarettes, it was enough to last a month or, perhaps, just a few weeks.
Only then did she notice that her hands were shaking and the moisture clouding her vision. What had she done? The guilt that lapped at her ankles reeled back and shortly but surely crashed onto her in a massive wave, pulling her into the deep, suffocating her of her vital lifeforce. She had to get out of the place, out of this superette and never return. From her pocket, she retrieved a wad of cash, more than thrice the amount worth the packs of cigarettes, leaving it on the counter, she would turn around. The room was spinning and oscillating.
Monster.
Never again was its cage door to be unlocked. Never. Again.
STATUS: Denied
Mod edit:
The act of casting an unforgivable is punishable by law. Something that would send someone away for the rest of their youth. Couple with the use of underaged magic, the Ministry would take note. In public places, yes those places muggles frequented called convenience stores where no other magic would be cast but by the rare smattering of wizards that frequented the locales. In wizarding places where drawing a wand is equivalent to drawing a gun and casting an unforgivable is like taking a visible, recognizable shot with a bullet. this would be caught, she would be discovered as the Ministry turns a blind eye to most things but not something that would make the front page of the paper. She would be taken from her home, from her family, her crimes would be laid bare and she would be sent away, Hogwarts would not be willing to treat a fledgling dark wizard. Her magical career would end on that day although it might have taken a few hours to complete the paperwork, to summon the authorities and to find a mere child that smelled of smoke.
Your character with the approval of this application would be in Azkaban. Therefore we cannot approve it without the reconciliation of its use on multiple levels. As we said before there would be clear consequences for this. Try again.
Also the Index issues hasn't been resolved, mainly the question about where Aurelia has been all the time. Because as said, as a minor she can't just be on her own.
Last edited by Aurelia Notresvace on 3 Jul 2021, 17:23, edited 1 time in total.
|
“One can never be too careful,” STM — 5 | EVA — 19 | STR — 5 | WSD — 12 | ARC — 5 | ACC — 9 |
Lovely Creature — Evasive Manoeuvres — Monster Hunter — Terrible Presence
3 Jul 2021, 17:21
DO NOT POST HERE: Application for Magical Races/Talents and Special Abilities
Alexa Mackenzie, Third Year
Link to your encyclopedia thread: https://www.hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?f=169&t=10891
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist
Describe why this fits your character:
Alexa Mackenzie is naturally a perfectionist. Though she has never been the most outspoken in her classes when in Muggle school growing up or at Hogwarts, she takes time to make sure her answers to all the questions in her classes, and all the spells practiced, are perfectly answered or enunciated. Her wand movements are incredibly precise.
All of this comes from how she grew up, even in a Muggle world, as a Muggle-born. Her father is a banker, specifically an accountant, and always helped her to be extremely precise in her math homework, as he knew how using the wrong numbers could cause grave errors. As a perfectionist in his work, himself, he taught her to carefully go over her answers after she had written them, and make sure everything was correct. Well, not just correct, but perfect. He is a kind man, but a tough taskmaster, and in checking her homework when she was young, expected nothing less than perfection. His own innate perfectionism, and his teaching it to Alexa caused this trait to be strong in her.
Her mother is a teacher of young children in Inverness, and she helped teach Alexa her precision and perfectionism the same way her father did: assisting her in homework. It was not as though Alexa needed the help; she knew the answers because she is quite intelligent, but her mother would check her work (not the math homework – that was her husband's purview), and, like her father, expect it to be perfect. Both parents drilled into her to be extra careful and very precise with how she answered every question.
And because at one point in her life she was naturally clumsy, as she grew into her long legs and arms, she noticed her parents frustration with the way she knocked things over, rather frequently. Rather than just let time fix things on its own, Alexa became extremely careful, precise in her every movement, so that nothing was broken, or knocked over, anymore. She never wanted to displease her parents, so it never even occurred to her to not try to correct her errors, as perfectly as she could. Her great control over her own body, learned slowly, has allowed her to become very precise in her movements, almost as though she were a dancer.
Growing up on a farm also helped Alexa learn to be a perfectionist. Excellent animal care requires precision and great effort, and Alexa would not let herself do anything less than excellent in regard to her animals. With dogs, cows, chickens, and a horse, she made sure they had the best of care that she could give them. Again, nothing less-than-perfect was acceptable to her now, because of the way her parents had taught her when she was younger, and no doubt because of her genetics, having two perfectionist parents.
Word Count: 475
STATUS: Approved
Sta: 6 Eva: 8 Str: 4 Wis: 9 AP: 9 Acc: 9
Happiness can be found in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.
– Albus Dumbledore
Link to your encyclopedia thread: https://www.hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?f=169&t=10891
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist
Describe why this fits your character:
Alexa Mackenzie is naturally a perfectionist. Though she has never been the most outspoken in her classes when in Muggle school growing up or at Hogwarts, she takes time to make sure her answers to all the questions in her classes, and all the spells practiced, are perfectly answered or enunciated. Her wand movements are incredibly precise.
All of this comes from how she grew up, even in a Muggle world, as a Muggle-born. Her father is a banker, specifically an accountant, and always helped her to be extremely precise in her math homework, as he knew how using the wrong numbers could cause grave errors. As a perfectionist in his work, himself, he taught her to carefully go over her answers after she had written them, and make sure everything was correct. Well, not just correct, but perfect. He is a kind man, but a tough taskmaster, and in checking her homework when she was young, expected nothing less than perfection. His own innate perfectionism, and his teaching it to Alexa caused this trait to be strong in her.
Her mother is a teacher of young children in Inverness, and she helped teach Alexa her precision and perfectionism the same way her father did: assisting her in homework. It was not as though Alexa needed the help; she knew the answers because she is quite intelligent, but her mother would check her work (not the math homework – that was her husband's purview), and, like her father, expect it to be perfect. Both parents drilled into her to be extra careful and very precise with how she answered every question.
And because at one point in her life she was naturally clumsy, as she grew into her long legs and arms, she noticed her parents frustration with the way she knocked things over, rather frequently. Rather than just let time fix things on its own, Alexa became extremely careful, precise in her every movement, so that nothing was broken, or knocked over, anymore. She never wanted to displease her parents, so it never even occurred to her to not try to correct her errors, as perfectly as she could. Her great control over her own body, learned slowly, has allowed her to become very precise in her movements, almost as though she were a dancer.
Growing up on a farm also helped Alexa learn to be a perfectionist. Excellent animal care requires precision and great effort, and Alexa would not let herself do anything less than excellent in regard to her animals. With dogs, cows, chickens, and a horse, she made sure they had the best of care that she could give them. Again, nothing less-than-perfect was acceptable to her now, because of the way her parents had taught her when she was younger, and no doubt because of her genetics, having two perfectionist parents.
Word Count: 475
STATUS: Approved
Sta: 6 Eva: 8 Str: 4 Wis: 9 AP: 9 Acc: 9
Happiness can be found in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.
– Albus Dumbledore
3 Jul 2021, 19:51
DO NOT POST HERE: Application for Magical Races/Talents and Special Abilities
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Da
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Animagus (weasel)
Describe why this fits your character:
Link to Animagus RP
4 Jul 2021, 11:02
DO NOT POST HERE: Application for Magical Races/Talents and Special Abilities
Viola Tempete - Beauxbatons iNPC
Link to your encyclopedia thread: viewtopic.php?f=314&t=17018#p269580
Name of Ability: Perfectionist
Describe why this fits your character (1263 words):
Mod edit:
This thread is for player character's ability application. For your INPC, please use the school thread in the NPC area.
“THE WORLD WON'T GIVE YOU ANY GIFTS. IF YOU WANT TO HAVE A LIFE, STEAL IT.”
sixth sense, perfectionist, comprehend languages, terrible presence / sta- 8, eva- 9, str- 7, wis- 7, arc- 10, acc- 10
“LONELINESS WILL SIT OVER OUR ROOFS WITH BROODING WINGS”
Link to your encyclopedia thread: viewtopic.php?f=314&t=17018#p269580
Name of Ability: Perfectionist
Describe why this fits your character (1263 words):
Reducio
You remember when you were seven years old.
Your defensive spell-casting teacher scowls at you as he waits for you to get your wand movement right. He tells you you're doing it wrong. He refuses to explain how you can do it right. It should make you feel angry. It certainly makes you feel confused. But you keep trying, because that's just the way things are.
Honestly, your defensive spell-casting teacher is better than your potions one. He never raises his voice, for example. But you've grown among aristrocrats, so his passive aggressiveness strikes in a way that's almost worse. You asked to view his credentials when he became your tutor. His career and education was far greater than the potion tutor's. But the more you feel his glare burning into your arm, the less you care.
You're not even casting real magic. The thing you're holding, although it could be confused for one, is only a realistic replica of a real wand. You're too young to be casting real magic. If anything makes you feel angry, it's probably that. You've always been a dutiful student, though, and you do enjoy theory in most cases. But you know too much about magic to never have used it, and you have to admit that makes you angry sometimes. It took you a while to identify the emotion, but that's what it is; anger. Hesitant, tentative, but anger nevertheless.
Mother tell you that when you get angry, you should keep quiet, and observe. Everyone has weak spots, she tells you sometimes. When you're angry at them, you find their weak spots and make them regret ever angering you. You're not sure what you should do about this anger though, because it's not really directed at anyone. Your tutors are only doing their job, following orders, and if you got angry at that, you'd be a hypocrite. Your parents are not the ones to direct your anger at, because they're your parents. You know they only want the best for you.
So, you push the anger deep down, and you concentrate. You try to remember the way your tutor talked about the wand movement of the spell. You stop fully, thinking through every flick of his wrist, the way his hands held the smooth wood of his wand. You're almost certain you hear him take that passive aggressive tone again after the confusion at your lack of movement fades away, but you can't be sure. You're not concentrating on him.
You take a deep breath, four counts in, five out. You adjust your grip on the wand, and you try again.
You think you did it correctly, but looking at your tutor's expression, you did not. He mutters a word underneath his breath that you vaguely recognise as a word your father told you was not "fit for a Tempete." It is a matter of horrid luck that this is when your mother decides is the best time to check in on you. She does this with your lessons once every week, and it frustrates you that you excel in all classes and she has seen you during the one time so far in the entire week when you have been struggling.
She takes your tutor aside for a quick chat about your progress. Your tutor explains dutifully, with a look of admiration and worship in his eyes. He looks like he's mildly afraid but fully respecting of your mother, like she is a god in his eyes.
Is that what you look like?
Your mother is a woman who commands fear, admiration and respect. It's as if she rules every ground she steps on, and the charm that oozes from her presence makes everyone act as if that where the case. One day you will be like her.
She strides up to you, her expression transformed from a generally content to a neutral one. She strides, because your mother's name is Lola Thorne, and Lola Thorne doesn't walk, she strides. And it's because you have grown up with Lola Thorne as her mother that you know a "neutral" expression is not one of indifference, it's one of seething rage. Maybe that's also the reason you feel the sudden need to run and never look back. But you won't even entertain that possibility, because it's not one worth entertaining.
"Mr Vermeulen, could you please leave me and my daughter," you know better than to interrupt and correct her grammar, "and wait outside? We should only be a moment."
Your tutor nods with more force and intensity than you think someone of his age should. You don't say that though, because it would be rude, and you're too busy trying not to leave with him. You want nothing more than to leave, or at least look down, look away, look anywhere but at your mother's eyes, for in them lies disappointment. But you're a Tempete, and Tempete's make direct eye contact, and don't run away. Tempete's establish authority.
You don't feel particularly authoritative right now.
The moment your tutor is out of the room, your mother snaps to you.
"Darling, you must understand, this cannot happen. You cannot struggle, you cannot fail. You are a Tempete, and that is a privilege, but not a right. You have not earned that right yet, and if you continue like this, you never will. You realise your father and I only wish the best for you?"
You've done it. You've messed up the single rule. There's nothing much to what you have to do. Just two things; live up to the Tempete legacy, and never disappoint your parents. It's not that hard! You achieve the second when you achieve the first! It should be easy! Why isn't it easy?
"Yes, mother. Of course."
"Then you must understand that when we want the best for you, we expect the best from you. Anything below the best is failure, and Tempete's are not, and will not be, failures."
You nod, because you think that if you talk, you might scream.
"And if you're a failure... Well then, are you a Tempete at all?"
You freeze, and you know you would drop dead if your breath left your body, but maybe you should double check that, because you're fairly certain it just did. Your mother turns without so much as a second glance, pausing as her hand touches the door handle.
"I love you, dear. But I love this family too, and I will not tolerate anything that risks its fall."
You nod, and your mind is blank but too full at the same time, and it hurts. And you realise who you're angry at. You realise who you should be angry at. Yourself. Perfection is reachable if you try hard enough, so you're clearly not trying hard enough. It's like the piece has clicked, and you feel a certain satisfaction. If the problem is you, then it can be controlled. So you'll control it, and you'll be perfect, and you'll live up to the Tempete name, and mother will never have to say 'darling' with a mix of disgust and disappointment.
So you do that. For years, and years, and years. You push yourself. Failure has never been an option for a Tempete, and the moment it becomes an option is the moment you know you'll never be enough to carry that name. One could call you an overachiever, a perfectionist.
You'd rather just call yourself Viola Rhea Tempete.
Your defensive spell-casting teacher scowls at you as he waits for you to get your wand movement right. He tells you you're doing it wrong. He refuses to explain how you can do it right. It should make you feel angry. It certainly makes you feel confused. But you keep trying, because that's just the way things are.
Honestly, your defensive spell-casting teacher is better than your potions one. He never raises his voice, for example. But you've grown among aristrocrats, so his passive aggressiveness strikes in a way that's almost worse. You asked to view his credentials when he became your tutor. His career and education was far greater than the potion tutor's. But the more you feel his glare burning into your arm, the less you care.
You're not even casting real magic. The thing you're holding, although it could be confused for one, is only a realistic replica of a real wand. You're too young to be casting real magic. If anything makes you feel angry, it's probably that. You've always been a dutiful student, though, and you do enjoy theory in most cases. But you know too much about magic to never have used it, and you have to admit that makes you angry sometimes. It took you a while to identify the emotion, but that's what it is; anger. Hesitant, tentative, but anger nevertheless.
Mother tell you that when you get angry, you should keep quiet, and observe. Everyone has weak spots, she tells you sometimes. When you're angry at them, you find their weak spots and make them regret ever angering you. You're not sure what you should do about this anger though, because it's not really directed at anyone. Your tutors are only doing their job, following orders, and if you got angry at that, you'd be a hypocrite. Your parents are not the ones to direct your anger at, because they're your parents. You know they only want the best for you.
So, you push the anger deep down, and you concentrate. You try to remember the way your tutor talked about the wand movement of the spell. You stop fully, thinking through every flick of his wrist, the way his hands held the smooth wood of his wand. You're almost certain you hear him take that passive aggressive tone again after the confusion at your lack of movement fades away, but you can't be sure. You're not concentrating on him.
You take a deep breath, four counts in, five out. You adjust your grip on the wand, and you try again.
You think you did it correctly, but looking at your tutor's expression, you did not. He mutters a word underneath his breath that you vaguely recognise as a word your father told you was not "fit for a Tempete." It is a matter of horrid luck that this is when your mother decides is the best time to check in on you. She does this with your lessons once every week, and it frustrates you that you excel in all classes and she has seen you during the one time so far in the entire week when you have been struggling.
She takes your tutor aside for a quick chat about your progress. Your tutor explains dutifully, with a look of admiration and worship in his eyes. He looks like he's mildly afraid but fully respecting of your mother, like she is a god in his eyes.
Is that what you look like?
Your mother is a woman who commands fear, admiration and respect. It's as if she rules every ground she steps on, and the charm that oozes from her presence makes everyone act as if that where the case. One day you will be like her.
She strides up to you, her expression transformed from a generally content to a neutral one. She strides, because your mother's name is Lola Thorne, and Lola Thorne doesn't walk, she strides. And it's because you have grown up with Lola Thorne as her mother that you know a "neutral" expression is not one of indifference, it's one of seething rage. Maybe that's also the reason you feel the sudden need to run and never look back. But you won't even entertain that possibility, because it's not one worth entertaining.
"Mr Vermeulen, could you please leave me and my daughter," you know better than to interrupt and correct her grammar, "and wait outside? We should only be a moment."
Your tutor nods with more force and intensity than you think someone of his age should. You don't say that though, because it would be rude, and you're too busy trying not to leave with him. You want nothing more than to leave, or at least look down, look away, look anywhere but at your mother's eyes, for in them lies disappointment. But you're a Tempete, and Tempete's make direct eye contact, and don't run away. Tempete's establish authority.
You don't feel particularly authoritative right now.
The moment your tutor is out of the room, your mother snaps to you.
"Darling, you must understand, this cannot happen. You cannot struggle, you cannot fail. You are a Tempete, and that is a privilege, but not a right. You have not earned that right yet, and if you continue like this, you never will. You realise your father and I only wish the best for you?"
You've done it. You've messed up the single rule. There's nothing much to what you have to do. Just two things; live up to the Tempete legacy, and never disappoint your parents. It's not that hard! You achieve the second when you achieve the first! It should be easy! Why isn't it easy?
"Yes, mother. Of course."
"Then you must understand that when we want the best for you, we expect the best from you. Anything below the best is failure, and Tempete's are not, and will not be, failures."
You nod, because you think that if you talk, you might scream.
"And if you're a failure... Well then, are you a Tempete at all?"
You freeze, and you know you would drop dead if your breath left your body, but maybe you should double check that, because you're fairly certain it just did. Your mother turns without so much as a second glance, pausing as her hand touches the door handle.
"I love you, dear. But I love this family too, and I will not tolerate anything that risks its fall."
You nod, and your mind is blank but too full at the same time, and it hurts. And you realise who you're angry at. You realise who you should be angry at. Yourself. Perfection is reachable if you try hard enough, so you're clearly not trying hard enough. It's like the piece has clicked, and you feel a certain satisfaction. If the problem is you, then it can be controlled. So you'll control it, and you'll be perfect, and you'll live up to the Tempete name, and mother will never have to say 'darling' with a mix of disgust and disappointment.
So you do that. For years, and years, and years. You push yourself. Failure has never been an option for a Tempete, and the moment it becomes an option is the moment you know you'll never be enough to carry that name. One could call you an overachiever, a perfectionist.
You'd rather just call yourself Viola Rhea Tempete.
Mod edit:
This thread is for player character's ability application. For your INPC, please use the school thread in the NPC area.
“THE WORLD WON'T GIVE YOU ANY GIFTS. IF YOU WANT TO HAVE A LIFE, STEAL IT.”
sixth sense, perfectionist, comprehend languages, terrible presence / sta- 8, eva- 9, str- 7, wis- 7, arc- 10, acc- 10
“LONELINESS WILL SIT OVER OUR ROOFS WITH BROODING WINGS”
4 Jul 2021, 19:26
DO NOT POST HERE: Application for Magical Races/Talents and Special Abilities
First year abilityLink to your encyclopedia thread: Here you go
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Advanced casting
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
ReducioEver since Samantha has heard of magic she has been fascinated with it. The possibilities seemed endless to the young girl. She had always been the type of student that liked to read, so that is what she did her first half year at Hogwarts. She excelled in many classes, because she knew all the theory. It was like she knew the books out of her head and she never failed a theory test. However she wasn't the best in the execution.
She knew her spells weren't perfect and could easily backfire on her, so that was the reason why she never casted a spell when she needed to. On a dreadful in March, the Ravenclaw common room wasn't the save place it used to be, it was filled with shadow spiders. Many students got injured, including Samantha. What other students could do was fight back, they casted spells towards the spiders trying to keep the students save. Samantha didn't cast a spell, to afraid it would backfire and on top of that she couldn't even remember the rights spells. While the other students were fighting, she felt useless. She couldn't even save herself when the shadow was on her back, or when the spiders decided it would be fun to climb her legs and sting them.
It had been been a couple of weeks since the attack of the shadow spiders. Samantha had picked up her school live again and she was almost recovered of the attacks, well physical not mentally. The attack at left the young girl in a constant fear. She was scared all the time. She was scared of shadows from the trees, that seemed to be moving. She was scared of the dark, when the night fall. She was scared of every bug she saw, because they all looked like spiders.
She knew she wouldn't be able to protect herself if the spiders attracted again. Samantha also knew that she didn't want to life in fear anymore, she had to do something about her fear. She didn't want to feel useless ever again. She had needed a way to protect herself, she needed to learn and perfected her spells. That was why she had gotten up earlier on the Saturday.
The young girl quietly packed her bag, so she wouldn't wake up anybody else in the dorm. She closed the door behind her and made her way to the great hall. Once she was there she quickly eat and drank something. She left the great hall behind her and made her way to the study room, where it was really quite and almost empty. Samantha placed her bag on one of the tables in the bag, far away from the other students. It felt weird, being there so early, like she was doing something that wasn't allowed.
She shook of the feeling that she was doing something against the rules and placed her book on the table. "Lumos, lumos, where are you?" The brunette flipped the pages of the book looking for the wand movement and incarnation of Lumos. When she had finally found it, she started practicing. After a few tries the tip of her wand lit up. She smiled, it worked, she could do it. After her first try she started to repeat it, over and over again, until she was sure she knew it, until she was satisfied.
After that first day Samantha could be found in the same spot at least once a week. There she would learn spells she though were useful, practicing until she knew them perfectly. The list of spells she wanted to know grew and so did the time she spend in the study hall perfecting her spells.
Word count: 621/400
STATUS: ApprovedSecond year abilityLink to your encyclopedia thread: Here you go
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Charms Learner
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
ReducioCharms hadn't always been Samantha's favorite subject. In the beginning of her school career at Hogwarts it had even been one of her least favorite subjects. Not that she disliked it, she loved everything about magic, but she liked the other subjects more. With other subjects she could learn a lot out of books, but with charms she had to do it. Samantha was more somebody who like to read it, instead of do it.
But the change came after she had been practicing her spells alone. She started to pay more attention in class and she began to improve in her charms classes. Something Samantha likes is being good at things, so when she started to get beter in charms she also started to like it more. After a while it became her favorite subject. She was fascinated by what she could create with her wand.
Around the end of her first year she loved charms and started to be interested in the dueling club. She hadn't been able to use any of the spells she had learned. It seemed like a lost, all of her time spends at something she couldn't use. So she decided that she wanted to join the dueling club. Samantha loves her house and was disappointed when they didn't win. She wanted to help her house to victory while doing something she loved.
She realized that she must be in top shape to be able to join the dueling club. Everybody in the dueling club seemed so good and they all deserved there spot there. Samantha thought that if she wanted to be in the dueling team she needed something special. She needed to have something that would give her an advantage. Her thoughts were as followed, from a second year students you wouls expect spells that were learned in the first or second year, not third, so if she would learn third years spells, she could suprise the opponent. On top of that Samantha didn't look like a 12 year old, she looked more like an 10 year old. So if the opponent didn't know in what year she was, she had even more of an advantage.
On top if that the young girl had more than enough time to learn new spells. She always finished her homework on time and she didn't even had to try so hard for it. Learning charms for one year ahead would give her a fun challenge. The time that she usually would spend reading fiction books, she coule now spend on her education.
Word count: 427/400
4 Jul 2021, 21:07
DO NOT POST HERE: Application for Magical Races/Talents and Special Abilities
Third Year Ability Application
STATUS: Approved ]Link to your encyclopedia thread: https://www.hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?f=169&t=8326
Name of Ability, that you Are Applying for: Evasive Maneuvers II
Describe why this fits your character:
If there was one word to describe Thomas, it'd be paranoid.
With the events that have transpired at Hogwarts during the boy's first few years, he's grown to distrust nearly every role model he once had. Professors, other students, harmless shadows that lurk as a natural consequence of candlelight, dancing with the flame and taunting his overactive imagination, nearly anything and anyone who moved was an immediate threat. Likely some form of trauma response after some of the bizarre happenings at Hogwarts, after the incident in March he had largely gone off the deep end, trying to get to the bottom of the school's mysteries and secrets. It kept him constantly alert, recoiling from perceived threats on instinct, even if these perceived threats amounted to nothing at all. Though it likely made him seem jumpy, someone unable to sit still, at times this sixth sense for danger would prove to be his only method of survival.
Of course, there were those who naturally calmed his borderline concerning levels of constant hypervigilance, individuals like his dueling partner Callie who put him on ease, but under most circumstances, Thomas was more than prepared to draw his wand at any moment. The young Ravenclaw was quick-witted, overly observant, and admittedly a little crazy with the conspiracy theories he was imagining and growing to believe about Hogwarts.
Despite the fact that the boy was growing, Thomas' figure was still diminutive for his age of thirteen. It kept him agile, fast, and less awkward than his peers who were struggling with the onset of incredibly rapid growth spurts. Though he'd likely never actively train for the purpose of fitness alone, his paranoia towards his surroundings spurred him to begin working out largely in secret. Nothing to do with physical strength, Thomas had complete (but perhaps misguided) faith in his ability to cast spells, but exclusively to do with running. Dueling helped with this technique, in fact, it gave him an excuse if he was ever questioned for the bizarre sprint exercises he'd be caught undertaking. Certainly, the sport was a motivator for the young wizard to improve, but admittedly going into his third year his gradual mental breakdown was a far more apparent one. It was just what he told his friends if they ever expressed concern, I'm just preparing for the next stage, don't you worry!
His jumpiness occasionally caused him to react unnecessarily to perceive threats, but Thomas would far prefer to be perceived as a bundle of nerves than to be caught unaware by an unseen attack. It wasn't all positives; constantly being alert would certainly wear the boy down and it'd do a number on his mental health, but these were burdens Thomas was willing to bear in order to keep himself safe. He could trust no one, not even his closest friends or his family. Everyone was keeping secrets from him, and in order to get to the bottom of it the young boy had to remain on guard at all times.WC: 502
Evasive Maneuvers II
STAMINA 7 // EVASION 12 // STRENGTH 1 // WISDOM 11 // ARCANE POWER 12 // ACCURACY 13
Hex: #1C4587
5 Jul 2021, 02:22
DO NOT POST HERE: Application for Magical Races/Talents and Special Abilities
Encyclopedia Link: HERE
Year 4 Special Ability: Comprehend Languages (Gobbledegook)
STATUS: Approved
Year 4 Special Ability: Comprehend Languages (Gobbledegook)
Reducio
^Permission granted by @Zahid al-Benghazi ibn Masoud to mention him as Andrew's Gobbledegook teacherThey were the first "otherworldly" creatures to make an impact on Andrew's wide-eyed, 11-year old brain, a stark realization that he wasn't in Kansas anymore. Goblins. Stepping into Gringotts for the first time was a bit of a culture shock. It took several months' acclimation before Andrew could look at and talk to a goblin as normally as any human on the street, without a second conscious glance or thought at their…unique appearance.
He was quickly building up experience with harsh, raspy languages. Aside from Mermish, Andrew also sought to learn Gobbledegook from Professor Zahid. Why not kill two birds with one stone, if his Mermish tutor had more to offer? Outside of lessons with Zahid and his own self-practice (and if he was lucky, another Gobbledegook speaker whom he could practice with) at Hogwarts, Andrew made the most of Diagon Alley, having spent all of his holidays and summers at home thus far. Handling finances at Gringotts, perusing jewelry shops and smitheries, or if fortuitous at the Leaky Cauldron, Andrew would attempt to converse with goblins any chance he got. They were far easier to catch than the elusive selkies of the Lake. With that reason, it made practical sense to learn the language of those who ran a significant role in the wizarding community. Money makes the world go around, and it was better safe than sorry to know what those in charge of your money were saying in cryptic tongue. Er– a bonus perk. Obviously, why wouldn't he consider them trustworthy?
Goblins he had encountered were initially skeptical of his motives, particularly in the bank setting, not entertaining casual English conversation, let alone indulge him in pursuit of their language. Others in a pub were more relaxed and receptive towards his interest. He was already a Muggle-born, fraternizing with the "enemy" (Muggles) so to speak. Conversing with goblins, those viewed as inferior by a majority of wizardkind, couldn't bring him any lower down the pecking order in wizard society
What started out as mere curiosity soon turned to sympathy and righteous anger, as he began forming friendships with goblins and witnessing -apart from textbooks- the kinds of injustice directed towards them and their negative portrayal in history. As a translator, Andrew felt an obligation to use his skill in magical languages for good, to help mediate relations between wizards and the rest of the world: goblins, merpeople… perhaps Muggles, one day. To make the world a better place for all races, Maj and No-Maj, to coexist as equals in one world. It was a faint hope that propelled his mastery of Gobbledegook, for now.
He was quickly building up experience with harsh, raspy languages. Aside from Mermish, Andrew also sought to learn Gobbledegook from Professor Zahid. Why not kill two birds with one stone, if his Mermish tutor had more to offer? Outside of lessons with Zahid and his own self-practice (and if he was lucky, another Gobbledegook speaker whom he could practice with) at Hogwarts, Andrew made the most of Diagon Alley, having spent all of his holidays and summers at home thus far. Handling finances at Gringotts, perusing jewelry shops and smitheries, or if fortuitous at the Leaky Cauldron, Andrew would attempt to converse with goblins any chance he got. They were far easier to catch than the elusive selkies of the Lake. With that reason, it made practical sense to learn the language of those who ran a significant role in the wizarding community. Money makes the world go around, and it was better safe than sorry to know what those in charge of your money were saying in cryptic tongue. Er– a bonus perk. Obviously, why wouldn't he consider them trustworthy?
Goblins he had encountered were initially skeptical of his motives, particularly in the bank setting, not entertaining casual English conversation, let alone indulge him in pursuit of their language. Others in a pub were more relaxed and receptive towards his interest. He was already a Muggle-born, fraternizing with the "enemy" (Muggles) so to speak. Conversing with goblins, those viewed as inferior by a majority of wizardkind, couldn't bring him any lower down the pecking order in wizard society
What started out as mere curiosity soon turned to sympathy and righteous anger, as he began forming friendships with goblins and witnessing -apart from textbooks- the kinds of injustice directed towards them and their negative portrayal in history. As a translator, Andrew felt an obligation to use his skill in magical languages for good, to help mediate relations between wizards and the rest of the world: goblins, merpeople… perhaps Muggles, one day. To make the world a better place for all races, Maj and No-Maj, to coexist as equals in one world. It was a faint hope that propelled his mastery of Gobbledegook, for now.
Word Count: 437
STATUS: Approved
iNPC Jayden Holt
5 Jul 2021, 03:20
DO NOT POST HERE: Application for Magical Races/Talents and Special Abilities
Year 3 Ability Application - Autumn Ivy
Link to your encyclopedia thread: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=11227
Name of Ability: Comprehend Languages - Mermish
Describe why this fits your character (711 words):
STATUS: Approved
“THE WORLD WON'T GIVE YOU ANY GIFTS. IF YOU WANT TO HAVE A LIFE, STEAL IT.”
sixth sense, perfectionist, comprehend languages, terrible presence / sta- 8, eva- 9, str- 7, wis- 7, arc- 10, acc- 10
“LONELINESS WILL SIT OVER OUR ROOFS WITH BROODING WINGS”
Link to your encyclopedia thread: viewtopic.php?f=169&t=11227
Name of Ability: Comprehend Languages - Mermish
Describe why this fits your character (711 words):
Reducio
Dinner had finished about half an hour ago, and Autumn desperately needed something to do before sleep. She had tried reading, but she had already read all of the good books in the library at least once. She tried writing a letter to Naomi, and then Dove, and then Cahira, but the words didn't come to her as they usually did. She tried going to the rehearsal room and practicing some basic jazz positions, but she had tripped over her own feet, faceplanting into the tiles of the floor, and that had been the end of that.
So now she didn't know what to do. After she spent about 5 minutes staring at the ceiling of her common room trying to think of what to do, she decided to take a simple stroll. With her luck and Hogwarts's reputation, maybe an evil creature would try to kill her. In all honesty, it didn't sound too bad right now. At least being minutes away from potential death or injury would have temporarily cured her boredom.
She had no plan for where she was going, which was odd, because she always had a plan. After a few more minutes, she found herself near the Great Lake. Memories filled her of her arrival to Hogwarts. She had been so paranoid, so confused. She didn't think that was a bad thing, though. Paranoia was what kept her alive in a school dead set on killing all of its residents, and she was still confused at everything that was going on.
She took a seat near the shore, making sure she wasn't close enough to be attacked by anything that may be lurking underneath. Even in the dark she could see dark figures, shadows that weren't really shadows, moving around under the mild waves of the lake.
She sat like that there for some time, watching the waves hit the shore, and reminiscing. She almost didn't notice the scaly, purple-haired creature rise from the water. She recognised it as a merperson. Carefully, without alerting the merperson, she moved from her spot to a more hidden one, and watched the merperson. Were they alright? Could merpeople breathe out of water? Yes, she remembered it being mentioned in one of her classes, that they could stay out of water for some time. So the creature was alright. Autumn had no idea why that made her feel glad.
She didn't know how much she waited there, simply observing the merperson dip in and out of water, screeching something Autumn couldn't understand, watching the lights of Hogwarts. Was the merperson experiencing the same fascination she was? Were they wondering the way humans functioned, the way they spoke and celebrated, argued and expressed? Because that was exactly what Autumn was experiencing right now.
She checked her pocket watch, squinting to see it without the aid of much light. She moved her hand around until the moon shone on the pocket watch just right and showed her the time. Almost curfew. Still, she had enough time to pay a visit to the library.
So, pay a visit to the library she did. She found any books she could on merpeople. She researched their culture, their society, their biology, anything she could find. She spent days learning all she could. And when there was nothing left to learn about the way they worked and existed, she decided to learn about the way they spoke.
It took her studying for many months, but after some time, she believed she could safely say she could speak Mermish. She visited the Great Lake many times after gaining the new ability, but the merperson she had seen before was never again seen. Still, anytime Autumn passed by the lake, she would mutter a small 'thank you' in Mermish, just in case the merperson was still somehow there, still listening. Not just because learning a language was good for the brain, although that was true, and not just because it had been so interesting learning about merpeople's culture. Because Autumn had thrown herself in the merpeople studies so much in the past few months that no matter how hard she thought about it, she could not remember one time she had actually felt bored in all that time.
So now she didn't know what to do. After she spent about 5 minutes staring at the ceiling of her common room trying to think of what to do, she decided to take a simple stroll. With her luck and Hogwarts's reputation, maybe an evil creature would try to kill her. In all honesty, it didn't sound too bad right now. At least being minutes away from potential death or injury would have temporarily cured her boredom.
She had no plan for where she was going, which was odd, because she always had a plan. After a few more minutes, she found herself near the Great Lake. Memories filled her of her arrival to Hogwarts. She had been so paranoid, so confused. She didn't think that was a bad thing, though. Paranoia was what kept her alive in a school dead set on killing all of its residents, and she was still confused at everything that was going on.
She took a seat near the shore, making sure she wasn't close enough to be attacked by anything that may be lurking underneath. Even in the dark she could see dark figures, shadows that weren't really shadows, moving around under the mild waves of the lake.
She sat like that there for some time, watching the waves hit the shore, and reminiscing. She almost didn't notice the scaly, purple-haired creature rise from the water. She recognised it as a merperson. Carefully, without alerting the merperson, she moved from her spot to a more hidden one, and watched the merperson. Were they alright? Could merpeople breathe out of water? Yes, she remembered it being mentioned in one of her classes, that they could stay out of water for some time. So the creature was alright. Autumn had no idea why that made her feel glad.
She didn't know how much she waited there, simply observing the merperson dip in and out of water, screeching something Autumn couldn't understand, watching the lights of Hogwarts. Was the merperson experiencing the same fascination she was? Were they wondering the way humans functioned, the way they spoke and celebrated, argued and expressed? Because that was exactly what Autumn was experiencing right now.
She checked her pocket watch, squinting to see it without the aid of much light. She moved her hand around until the moon shone on the pocket watch just right and showed her the time. Almost curfew. Still, she had enough time to pay a visit to the library.
So, pay a visit to the library she did. She found any books she could on merpeople. She researched their culture, their society, their biology, anything she could find. She spent days learning all she could. And when there was nothing left to learn about the way they worked and existed, she decided to learn about the way they spoke.
It took her studying for many months, but after some time, she believed she could safely say she could speak Mermish. She visited the Great Lake many times after gaining the new ability, but the merperson she had seen before was never again seen. Still, anytime Autumn passed by the lake, she would mutter a small 'thank you' in Mermish, just in case the merperson was still somehow there, still listening. Not just because learning a language was good for the brain, although that was true, and not just because it had been so interesting learning about merpeople's culture. Because Autumn had thrown herself in the merpeople studies so much in the past few months that no matter how hard she thought about it, she could not remember one time she had actually felt bored in all that time.
STATUS: Approved
“THE WORLD WON'T GIVE YOU ANY GIFTS. IF YOU WANT TO HAVE A LIFE, STEAL IT.”
sixth sense, perfectionist, comprehend languages, terrible presence / sta- 8, eva- 9, str- 7, wis- 7, arc- 10, acc- 10
“LONELINESS WILL SIT OVER OUR ROOFS WITH BROODING WINGS”
5 Jul 2021, 04:58
DO NOT POST HERE: Application for Magical Races/Talents and Special Abilities
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Link
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Statistically Relevant [+2 Stamina]
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 486 Words
STATUS: Approved
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Statistically Relevant [+2 Stamina]
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it): 486 Words
Reducio
There was something to be said about grit, that intangible quality that pushed people beyond their limits, a drive to succeed even in the face of failure and pain. For Nicholas McCowan it was the highest of all virtues to strive toward, to constantly push forward in the face of insurmountable odds, to grab greatness from the jaws of mediocrity. He knew that he wasn’t particularly talented, not in arcane ability nor in the wandwork, neither was his intelligence anything particular to marvel at. But he also knew that he had something that many of his more talented peers had failed to grasp, grit.
Nicholas’s first attempt at duelling had hardly been successful, he’d taken spell after spell, and failed to launch successful counters all the while. But he’d stayed standing for as long as he could, he’d refused to back down. For all intents and purposes, Nicholas was too stubborn to understand when it was time to cut and run, too arrogant to ever consider giving up. Where it may have been seen as foolish, the boy instead saw it as an opportunity to which he could excel, if he could only find a way to tap into that intrinsic determination and refusal to back-down, maybe he stood a chance at actually gaining all that he wanted and more.
So it was that he set his mind to the task over the summer holidays, undertaking physical exercise like he’d never done before. Where he should have been practicing spells, he instead found himself conditioning his body, boosting his endurance so that he could stay on his feet for longer. Most of it was mental, finding limits and trying to endure as they bowed and broke under the pressure, but that mule-like stubbornness served him well.
His family were, by all means, supportive of his endeavours. After all, why wouldn’t you support your son trying to improve his fitness? It was a healthy endeavour, even if parts of Nicholas’s mental approach were anything but. However, regardless of motivation, the combination of physical and mental condition had obvious results for the boy, who found that not only was his stamina improved but so too was his commitment.
The failures of his first year would not be repeated, he had to make sure of that, and that meant sticking with the regime and forcing himself to push on. The results were obvious, his physical condition was certainly greatly improved from where it had been prior to the start of summer, and certainly prior to the start of his schooling. This was most obviously in his cardiovascular fitness and he found himself able to keep up with his much more energetic younger siblings as they dashed around the house. But he also found that he was coming ever closer to seizing that quality he so desired, that of grit, all that remained was to put himself to the task.
Nicholas’s first attempt at duelling had hardly been successful, he’d taken spell after spell, and failed to launch successful counters all the while. But he’d stayed standing for as long as he could, he’d refused to back down. For all intents and purposes, Nicholas was too stubborn to understand when it was time to cut and run, too arrogant to ever consider giving up. Where it may have been seen as foolish, the boy instead saw it as an opportunity to which he could excel, if he could only find a way to tap into that intrinsic determination and refusal to back-down, maybe he stood a chance at actually gaining all that he wanted and more.
So it was that he set his mind to the task over the summer holidays, undertaking physical exercise like he’d never done before. Where he should have been practicing spells, he instead found himself conditioning his body, boosting his endurance so that he could stay on his feet for longer. Most of it was mental, finding limits and trying to endure as they bowed and broke under the pressure, but that mule-like stubbornness served him well.
His family were, by all means, supportive of his endeavours. After all, why wouldn’t you support your son trying to improve his fitness? It was a healthy endeavour, even if parts of Nicholas’s mental approach were anything but. However, regardless of motivation, the combination of physical and mental condition had obvious results for the boy, who found that not only was his stamina improved but so too was his commitment.
The failures of his first year would not be repeated, he had to make sure of that, and that meant sticking with the regime and forcing himself to push on. The results were obvious, his physical condition was certainly greatly improved from where it had been prior to the start of summer, and certainly prior to the start of his schooling. This was most obviously in his cardiovascular fitness and he found himself able to keep up with his much more energetic younger siblings as they dashed around the house. But he also found that he was coming ever closer to seizing that quality he so desired, that of grit, all that remained was to put himself to the task.
STATUS: Approved
Vae Victis| Speech: #5C2B2B
I am best reached through discord
I am best reached through discord