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Nate had always been taller than the others his age, but not only taller, also broader. He had never been thin and it wasn't all due to the genes he and his brother had inherited from their father. His father is a tall, strong Russian man who passed on only the best of his genes to his two sons. Even as newborns, both sons had been above average in height and weight. But also since Nate was a child, he had always been athletic and fit. Often the two brothers would be with their father in the basement when he was working out in his little gym, playing with the light dumbbells and imitating their father, who would then show them how to do the exercises correctly. What started out with small weights and for fun for the sons had turned into a passion. To this day, the two lift weights, but in addition to weight training, there is another preference of the two brothers - boxing.

Ever since Nate first visited his big brother in training, he had fallen in love with the sport. He knew he wanted to do the same and follow in his brother's footsteps. The very next week he was also signed up in the club and since then he trained several times a week at the boxing club. His already existing strength had only increased through the training and soon he was able to participate in the first competitions thanks to his strength and his good technique. From then on, he trained from competition to competition, participating in championships and developing his skills. As strict as all this sounded to others, he did it out of conviction and fun. He knew he could quit at any time, but he didn't want to, it was his passion.

The athleticism was easy to see in the men of the Smirnov family and often Nate himself didn't even realize how strong he even was for his age. There was a click moment when he realized that he couldn't underestimate himself and needed to learn to control his strength. It was during Quidditch practice when he hit the Quaffle so hard that the broom it hit broke. He had watched the spectacle wide-eyed at the time and realized for the first time what strength he could actually wield. Of course, that didn't stop him from continuing to train and develop his strength, he just had to learn to control it.

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Trunk: Piérre Marchonné

Applied Ability: Beast Master (Cat)

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Piérre had always loved animals, and he had loved his dearest silver bengal Figaro ever since the day he had first bought the little kitten.
The boy had gushed over his pet, one of his closest friends, spending all of his spare time with the tiny kitten as the kitten slowly grew into a cat. A lovely, polite, and above all; smart feline.

Bengals have been known to act more like dogs than their aloof feline comrades. This was something which compounded with Piérre's energetic, hyperactive side; a side which required a critter which could keep up with him. The boy ceaselessly trained the cat; sit, stay, heel, fetch, among other party tricks such as play dead, remember, follow, and hide.

A tiny jingle would be heard as Figaro trotted down the halls in the absence of his human brother; the golden collar merrily ringing away. A small leather parchment capsule would be attached to the choker of identification, a small addendum over the span of the last semester as the boy had been experimenting with something. The silver bengal was the equivalent of a man on a mission, for held with that parchment hold was a letter for a friend. Ah yes, the most convoluted way of passing notes in class; genius because it was a cat, and also ridiculous because it was a cat. Who needed an owl when one could have an eager and unusually intelligent cat on hand?

But sometimes... neither Figaro nor Piérre would be seen by the student body. Remember how 'hide' had been one of the several party tricks that Piérre had taught his fur baby? Yes, well let us say that Piérre's curiosity sometimes went beyond that of his ability to set aside time to investigate for himself.

Sometimes, Piérre needed a small trinket that he had seen around the area and either hadn't had time to snag or had been blocked by people and couldn't get close enough to get a good look at it.

Sometimes, the boy needed his little friend to squeeze into small crevasses and niches that the boy was slowly becoming too tall to squeeze into. Even the boy had to recognize when he was finally growing up and managing to somehow breach the 5'3" mark.

Sometimes Piérre just needed his little Angel to keep an eye on people. A quality which had slowly begun to surface as the boy had slowly began to sink into the bowels of the school to stay close to a friend which needed him. A friend that he couldn't leave yet. Not for a while still.

He would need his cat's eyes and ears above ground. He was still in classes for hands on learning when it was required (in order to avoid possible detention), quiet and in the background, but unless he had to be there, it could be argued that the boy was willing to play hooky, his homework delivered by cat post to each teacher's desk.

Figaro, Godfather Piérre's dearest angel, was not bothered by these eccentricities. He was a happy little critter, eager and sure that his brother's actions had everything to do with something of greater importance. And, truth be told, as the feline matured and bonded deeper, Piérre love was reciprocated with Figaro's subtle, avid, and infinite desire to protect his boy with teeth and claws.

While not usually violent, Figaro would like to see anyone try to lay a hand on his brother. It would give the kitten a chance to test its teeth and claws.

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December of 2018
^{At a friends house}

"No! Benny!"

Tina pulled away from the freezer, holding the ice lolly she'd been sucking on in her mouth without the additional aid of her hands. It wasn't the most appropriate snack for the middle of Winter, sure, but they were her favourite flavour and Nisha always had some in - Nisha, who'd just surprised her by shouting the name of her cat in a tone that couldn't mean anything good. Perhaps he'd tried to attack her fish again. Tina slammed the door shut so that the cold air rushed past her legs, rounding the corner to where her friend had just called from outside.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice muffled from the lolly. Nisha spanned her head around, clearly distressed, her eyes darting back and forth between Benny and Martyna. The ginger cat was lying on the frosty grass in a strange, slumped position, but looked completely innocent as far as Tina could tell. "He's not doing anything?"

"Exactly!" Nisha blurted out, tearing up. "I- I think he's hurt! Look!" She crouched down, attempting to drag the cat's upper body towards the open door. He growled and tried scratch her hand away, but his lower half didn't react to the movement at all. As if it wasn't clear by now, Nisha added tearfully- "He- he won't move his legs!"

"Oh..."

Martyna softened, looking down at the helpless animal before her. Somehow, it was more heart-breaking to see an animal in need than a human: they were so small, unable to fix themselves or express what was wrong. Their doctors weren't even free. Nisha finally let out a strangled sob, looking at Tina with a desperate expression. Other people crying made Tina cry.

"Mum is gonna *hic* be so mad! I- I don't even know- *hic* how he did it!" Nisha covered her face with her hands. Benny was licking his legs and it made her feel uncomfortable. He probably didn't know what was wrong with him.

"No she won't! It will be fine..." Tina said, hugging Nisha close in a manner she hoped was comforting as tears ran down her cheeks. "We can put him in the cat basket for now, and then when she gets home we can take him to the vets." She didn't look at Benny, keeping her focus on consoling her friend until they were ready to head back inside and find what they needed to help the cat out.

The ice lolly lay forgotten on the grass outside. Nisha grabbed the cat basket from under the stairs. Meanwhile, Tina found the blanket which Benny slept on, slipping it inside with Nisha's teddy and a few Dreamies for him to snack on whilst he was in there. Hopefully the set up would be enough to keep him entertained, comfortable and smelling of his favourite owner. Then, once Nisha had washed her face and taken a deep breath, they ventured back outside hand in hand.

Benny put up some resistance as Tina shuffled him into the basket. She was less adept to dealing with a scratching kitty than Nisha was, but managed not to react when he cut her hand with his claws, knowing that it was for the better that she hold it together. She knew he was probably in a lot of pain, but this was for the best.

Soon enough, Benny was safely inside his basket and they could bring him into the living room where it was a lot warmer. Nisha poked her hands through the caged door, letting him rub his mouth against her fingers as she dabbed her blotchy cheeks with a tissue. When her mum was home, they'd go straight to the vets and get him checked out.

"You should be an animal doctor when you're older," she said wistfully, looking back at Tina through her hair. She didn't say anything in response, nodding and keeping her lips pursed shut. Secretly, her mind wandered onto other things...

A magical animal doctor.

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Stamina: 7
Evasion: 8
Strength: 4
Wisdom: 6
Arcane Power: 8
Accuracy: 7

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Loneliness was getting more prominent in Dale’s life, he used to really enjoy his alone time, but this was a bit more than alone time. Being away from school was taking a toll on the young boy. While he found it enjoyable at first, the free time was great, but boredom started to settle in slowly. And as his mother’s condition started to worsen the boredom turned into stress and worry, he spent hours reading books he didn’t really care about, the words on each page being more of a distraction then something he enjoyed. He exchanged letters with a few people, but it didn’t help much, he missed his friends, and as much as he hated admitting it he missed the mundane days spent in Hogwarts. He wished his friends had phones so it would be easier to talk to them or at the very least get a text every now and then, anything would be easier than writing a letter and then waiting in anticipation for days just for a reply. Dale took pity on those whose entire lives were spent communicating with letters, it was clearly the worst way to communicate.

Dale started to get tired of the regular way of communicating, wizards had magic for all sorts of things but they still had to use owls and letters as their main form of communication? So Dale started to search around, he asked his friends to send books to him from the library, things about telepathic communication and other methods, most were theoretical things involving floo, but there was one thing that caught his attention, A mark of binding. It would let seemingly infinite people telepathically communicate with each other, but there was one big catch. It was permanent, one person would mark other people and know where they were and talk to them at all times. Dale wondered what kind of person would create such a thing or what purposes some would need to know where someone was at all times … although he isn’t one to criticize this time because he learned how to do it all himself, just in case, it never hurts to accumulate knowledge. Well he knew what to do, he had lamented notecard with instructions a but he had yet to test it out yet… All he had to do now was to ask one of his friends, a willing friend at that.

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Stamina: 10
Evasion: 5
Strength: 5
Wisdom: 17
ArcPower: 5
Accuracy: 5

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The expedition down the dungeons had been a monumental one for Piper Clark. Excitedly, she had raced recklessly into the freezing darkness along with the other students, full of fantasies of being the first to find the source of the mysterious sounds. Instead, it had only taken a few minutes for her to blunder into an enclosed room, tracking the elusive Selim Faust, and be attacked by vicious rats. The bloodthirsty vermin had done some damage, mainly attacking Piper's feet and giving her a solid chance of rabies, in spite of her failed spell efforts.

What had been most humiliating, however, was the amount of people running in to her rescue. The first-year had been reduced to tears, hiding behind others and being incapable of even the smallest tasks. Her lack of stealth and competence had cost her her pride.

In the days following the incident, the Slytherin kept her distance from the dungeons, and made a promise to herself that she would greatly improve her stealth skills. Less talking and more observance would get her much further, particularly in the House of Slytherin. It certainly would have served well in the dungeons. This new resolve lasted perhaps five minutes, of course, before Piper realized that she would need to get some practice in before being truly good at staying quiet and blending into the shadows.

To gain this conditioning, Piper indulged in some exercises that many may find unnecessary and perhaps even detrimental to the end goal - however, she had no mentor of any sort. She began to wear darker clothing and put her hair down more. When the girl walked through the many echoing corridors of Hogwarts, she practiced moving through the shadowy corners and walking quietly. Her extravagant beginning efforts, of course, earned her some confused stares and wary eyes, but practice made improvement quickly. By the time she had made it home for the summer, she was able to sneak up on and surprise several people.

Piper had not made quite a habit of talking to people over the year...but when she did talk, it was about herself. Or something she was interested in. In this case, she decided it was time to listen to others for a change - not because other people were interesting, obviously, but because perhaps she could pick up interesting information. Piper was rewarded with some lengthy babbling about things she knew nothing about, but also with rumors.

In the Slytherin common room, students hiding in the shadows was no rarity, but by mimicking them Piper had been able to stand in the most strategic spots to hear rumors. For instance, she heard upper years speaking about the traumatic Blossom Ball of the previous year. All of this knowledge contributed to her wide mental store of information, which one never knew would come in handy.

Small attention to detail, such as body posture when speaking, tone of voice, and eye contact, taught Piper much about a person. She practiced analyzing different people by how they stood and spoke, and their achievements, and was soon able to accurately read how others presented themselves. Of course, if they demonstrated the smallest amount of criticism towards Piper, she would still be quick to the defensive, but at least she could root out which people may be dangerous and which may serve as useful allies in the future.

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The Ashwood Family have never known fear. And they will continue doing so for as long as the family bloodline and its successors exists.

The family have come from a line of those not truly fearing the world around themselves, especially if it is in the pursuit of knowledge and chaotic disruption of the modern way of thinking. The Ashwoods were ever willing to travel to unknown, dangerous spaces for their strong work in herbology and potion mastery. And because of this, they have found and met various beings and other creatures that simply have something off about them. Their willingness of defying the norms have made them rather borderline, if not completely, criminal in the world of witches and wizards. Various members of the Ashwoods became known menaces to the societies they live in; for both muggle and the wizarding worlds. With some leading to heinous endings for each specific members.

The family bloodline has several members who would travel and accidentally (or even purposefully) discovering various beings such as werewolves and vampires in the midst of their work. In order to continue their work, Ashwoods would turn to attempting friendly interactions with the creatures in their surroundings. Eventually, the Ashwoods have found that the most pleasant social interactions they've had have come from those who aren't fully human, or at least don't act like a normal human to begin with.

And so forth, the Ashwoods have even begun accepting such beings inside their social circle. Because of this, if one wishes to come into an Ashwood's home, they should take care to not be surprised in meeting such beings, or at least when they feel their presences nearby.

Because of the lasting family history of socializing with various beings, Vale would end up as equally exposed to the uneasy presence that radiates off of random guests that would come so often into her family home. She have learned, and was raised, to even take kind regard to those who hold a terrible presence.

Unlike the various other high-class pureblood wizard families, the Ashwoods care little of one's hertiage. Oddly enough, they welcome anyone, including muggles and muggleborns, as a part of the Ashwood family if circumstances occur. Their high disregards for the social norms and acceptable behavior among the wizarding community have become their greatest, and also most fearful trait of the Ashwood family.

And while their friendly interactions with beings have granted them lack of fear of those considered 'different', the Ashwoods are also known to experiment among themselves for their work in herbology and potion mastery. This have ended up allowing most of the bloodline to become immune to some effects, such as various fear-inducing potions. Vale would end up becoming one of the family members who end up obtaining this immunity from birth due to experimentation involving potions.

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stats.
[Race: Human]
Stamina | 5
Evasion | 7
Strength | 4
Wisdom | 7
Arcane Power | 6
Accuracy | 6