29 Jan 2022, 04:29
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Metamorph
The Metamorphamagi trait comes from Valerian's paternal side of the family. Valerian’s father was from a small Pureblood family that had Metamorphagi dotted throughout its lineage. It appears in the line once every few generations born randomly to the family line, the last one being Valerian's three times great grandmother. The Metamorphamagi in the family are marked by their blue-violet eyes and black to silver hair.
Rose, Valerian’s mother, had no clue about the trait so it was a frightening surprise when Valerian started to get darker and darker skinned as she bawled in the middle of the night. As Valerian calmed, she slowly paled back to her original shade and her hair was lightened to silver at the ends of her hair and her eyes had gone from gray-blue to blue-violet. It was the Squib neighbor that clued Rose in that Valerian was presenting as a Metamorphamagi, and Rose had to do extensive research just to figure out just what that was to even figure out what her neighbor was talking about.
Valerian’s trait only presents a change when she is extremely angry or extremely upset. There were more than a couple of occasions when she was at the Muggle grade school that she would have to hide in the bathroom after getting teased because her hair had turned green or blue or purple. At certain points she would get so frustrated, she would cause a secondary change to happen as well. Rose tried to coach Valerian as much as she could in ways to calm herself so whatever change happened would go away. High emotion was not the only thing that caused the changes, as Valerian got older, there were more and more instances of the power acting out on its own. There was a moment when Valerian was about nine or so, when she was very very ill with the flu that she sneezed herself into having a duck bill. It gave Valerian’s mother quite a laugh even though Valerian was miserable with it. It took forever for Valerian to figure out what she needed to do to change her nose and mouth back, only for a violent sneezing fit to cause it to happen again. Over the years, outside of the high emotion or illnesses that would cause the change, Valerian tried to bend the ability to her will to no avail. She could concentrate to get them to go to the way, but she had a very difficult time willing a change to happen. By the time she had gotten her Hogwarts letter, the most she could do was change her eye color by shades. She could manage gray-blue, and hazel, but that was the most she was able to accomplish.
Valerian would most likely get up to some harmless mischief if she became able to fully master her ability, but it would also cause her to take some interest in researching and figuring out who her father’s side of the family is and where the ability came from.
Original Stats: Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 3 | Wisdom: 9 | Arcane Power: 7 | Accuracy: 6
New Stats: Stamina: 4 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 3 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 6 | Accuracy: 5
STATUS: Approved
Stamina: 4 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 3 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 6 | Accuracy: 5
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Metamorph
The Metamorphamagi trait comes from Valerian's paternal side of the family. Valerian’s father was from a small Pureblood family that had Metamorphagi dotted throughout its lineage. It appears in the line once every few generations born randomly to the family line, the last one being Valerian's three times great grandmother. The Metamorphamagi in the family are marked by their blue-violet eyes and black to silver hair.
Rose, Valerian’s mother, had no clue about the trait so it was a frightening surprise when Valerian started to get darker and darker skinned as she bawled in the middle of the night. As Valerian calmed, she slowly paled back to her original shade and her hair was lightened to silver at the ends of her hair and her eyes had gone from gray-blue to blue-violet. It was the Squib neighbor that clued Rose in that Valerian was presenting as a Metamorphamagi, and Rose had to do extensive research just to figure out just what that was to even figure out what her neighbor was talking about.
Valerian’s trait only presents a change when she is extremely angry or extremely upset. There were more than a couple of occasions when she was at the Muggle grade school that she would have to hide in the bathroom after getting teased because her hair had turned green or blue or purple. At certain points she would get so frustrated, she would cause a secondary change to happen as well. Rose tried to coach Valerian as much as she could in ways to calm herself so whatever change happened would go away. High emotion was not the only thing that caused the changes, as Valerian got older, there were more and more instances of the power acting out on its own. There was a moment when Valerian was about nine or so, when she was very very ill with the flu that she sneezed herself into having a duck bill. It gave Valerian’s mother quite a laugh even though Valerian was miserable with it. It took forever for Valerian to figure out what she needed to do to change her nose and mouth back, only for a violent sneezing fit to cause it to happen again. Over the years, outside of the high emotion or illnesses that would cause the change, Valerian tried to bend the ability to her will to no avail. She could concentrate to get them to go to the way, but she had a very difficult time willing a change to happen. By the time she had gotten her Hogwarts letter, the most she could do was change her eye color by shades. She could manage gray-blue, and hazel, but that was the most she was able to accomplish.
Valerian would most likely get up to some harmless mischief if she became able to fully master her ability, but it would also cause her to take some interest in researching and figuring out who her father’s side of the family is and where the ability came from.
Original Stats: Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 3 | Wisdom: 9 | Arcane Power: 7 | Accuracy: 6
New Stats: Stamina: 4 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 3 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 6 | Accuracy: 5
STATUS: Approved
Stamina: 4 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 3 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 6 | Accuracy: 5
3 Feb 2022, 02:26
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| .APPLYING FOR WANDMAKER |
THE PROBLEM | Draven's wand had never quite fit in his hand properly - it wasn't a bad wand per say. The supple beechwood was incredibly docile - had never offered a word of protest, nor failed to cast a spell for him. He supposed, that was part of the problem. Because he'd grown to hate it. Felix - what he'd nicknamed the wand, was trusty. Reliable. And boring. The spells he cast with it were as bland as Felix itself. Nothing more than magic...imagine that. Nothing more than magic. Which was how he'd ended up at Mykew Gregorovitch's door. Ollivander had failed him, or so it seemed. This wand would be custom made, and he'd be paying a small fortune for it. Mr. Mykew had taken his measurements and sat him down, talked with him for hours. Asked questions, demanded answers Draven sometimes hadn't had. It was a long, nearly uncomfortable experience taking place in the near twilight of the wand maker's workshop, with the spicy smell of his pipe surrounding them and filling his lungs with noxious fumes. Mr. Mykew was a thorough man if nothing else - for when he presented Draven with the lacquered wooden box, there was no question in his eyes. He knew the wand would love it's new master, the way he knew the sun would rise the next day. (220) ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── THUNDERBIRD TAIL FEATHER CORE | Thunderbird feathers cores require a wizard of remarkable skill to keep them in check, least their volatile nature comes out to play. Draven has a natural inclination towards strong magic, and tends to be attracted towards anything that could be of use to him on his climb up to the top. He has the patience and concentration to tame this wand, and will revel in the dramatic power which this core will place at his fingertips. Draven loves complicated, largescale magic - a testament of skill and artistry. The Thunderbird feathers match his personality perfectly, allowing him to slowly grow into magical abilities and get a good grasp of them over time, before making it possible for him to cast the showman spells he craves. (124) SPRUCE WOOD | Draven's old beech wood wand always lacked a certain flair for the dramatic - it was bland, boring even, doing its job and nothing else. A spruce wood wand would be much better suited for him. You see, spruce has personality - it demands entertainment and self confidence, something Draven is more than happy to provide. Spruce wands wish for their owners to have a sense of humor, and have their own idea of what magic is supposed to look like - similar to the thunderbird feathers, spruce requires a firm, steady hand holding it. Forget beech and it's idea of what a 'decent human being' looks like - a spruce wand would love Draven's dramatic air, the constant need to impress - the dry humor and thirst for power would be displayed with the spruce wand's characteristic flamboyant and dramatic effects, asking - no, DEMANDING the watcher's attention. (143) 35 CM | As established above, Draven is a very passionate being - although he is quiet, he has a rich inner world which comes out in bouts of irony and carefully worded jokes. He loves to make a dramatic entrance, loves all the eyes pointed in his direction, and will make use of the spotlight in any way he can. The long wand is a testament to this, because despite the mask of polite interest he has around authority figures, there is a much more lively side that comes out when he's around people he loves. (93) SLIGHTLY YIELDING | Much like it's owner, this wand is incredibly strong - nearly to a fault. But even strong things need to bend sometimes - least they'll break. Draven's wand has a fierce temperament, however with the right guidance from him, the strength will be shaped into something beautiful - into something great, even. The 'slightly yielding' trait will make it so that both Draven and the wand work through the stubbornness together, and eventually bond and merge together, rather than break. (77) ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── WAND PICTURE | @Solomon Lear sorry to tag you~ you told me it would be possible to change my wand picture, once I applied for this ability. This is the wand I would like. Thank you so, so much. STATS ADDED | Once you reach 30% of your max health you gain + 2 AP, + 2 Evasion and + 2 Acc. If you are healed above 30% of your max health you lose those bonuses. |
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STATUS: Approved
I WISH WE'D STARTED IN THE RAIN sta • 8 | eva • 7 | str • 1 | wis • 10 |arc • 7 | acc • 7 |
4 Feb 2022, 03:02
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STATUS: ApprovedLink to your encyclopedia thread: Here
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Werewolf
Describe why this fits your character:ReducioSelena was a delightful child growing up. She was funny and sweet, qualities of the perfect child. As she got older, her parents thought she would never grow out of her sweet nature, and that was exactly how they wanted it to be. Selena was the most compassionate girl you would ever meet.
Her father was an auror and her mother was a doctor, the muggle kind. She grew up around magic from her father. Her father was very high up in his department at the Ministry of Magic, respected and valued among his peers. He had been writing a series of papers though, addressing the danger werewolves posed to society. The papers were stolen from his office and fell into the wrong hands. Werewolf hands.
Many a wolf were outraged by the thought of these papers becoming public. The rest of the wizarding community would look down upon them even more than they already had. One or two of the wolves thought that this man had to be taught a lesson he would never forget about angering them.
The next time the moon was full and bright in the sky, they set their plan into motion. One of the wolves crept to the house in which the Arden family resided at the time. He watched the house as a human, waiting for the hour in which the transformation would overcome him. As he watched, a little girl of eight years old skipped happily into the backyard. By the looks of her, no harm or unhappy events had ever befallen her. She was happy in the way only a child could be. The girl ran around the yard, attempting to catch fireflies that were blinking in and out of sight. The werewolf smiled cruelly, this is what they had wanted.
He felt the change begin to overcome his body. He became a werewolf. Selena, of course, heard this change as it happened. She turned to watch in amazement as man became wolf. She had no idea the danger he posed to her, or the harm he planned on inflicting on her. Her innocence turned to be a curse though, as the wolf's eyes gleamed at her through the trees.
"Selena!" her father's voice yelled. Selena turned in confusion as her father watched horror struck as the wolf ran at her. It sank its teeth into her shoulder and she screamed. The sound alone was enough to shock her father out of his stupor, and he ran to his screaming child.
The wolf was not done though. Knowing the girl would become a lycanthrope wasn't enough for him. He raised a claw and brought it down, aiming for the girl's throat. At the last possible second though, Selena moved. She just shifted ever so slightly, but it was enough to save her life. Instead of the claws hitting her throat, they raked across her side. Painful, yes, but compared to death it was a small price to pay.
By then her father was there, casting spell after spell at the creature. As it ran away with a satisfied sneer, Selena collapsed on the grass. She was taken to St. Mungo's as quickly as possible, but there is no cure for lycanthropy.
Her father was already resigned, knowing what his daughter would become with the next full moon. Her mother, on the other hand, knelt by Selena's bedside urging her daughter to get better. She didn't believe in the curse of the wolf until the next full moon, where she witnessed her daughter turn from a distance.
Selena's innocence and youth melted away on that day. She had seen what the world had to offer both good and bad. Rumors were spread about Selena. How she seemed so hardened and so much like an outcast. No one knew the truth though. Selena became more wary of who to trust. On a first meeting with her, she may seem distant and reserved, but that's because she doesn't want to hurt anyone else. The scars on her side and shoulder are a constant reminder of what she is and that there is nothing she can do to change that.
Please list out your stats using the 6-point stat system:
Old: Stamina 7|Evasion 8|Strength 2| Wisdom 7|Arc Power 4|Accuracy 7
New: Stamina 7|Evasion 7|Strength 2| Wisdom 5|Arc Power 3|Accuracy 6
Word Count: 696
Mod edit: That was the best werewolf app I read. Thank you for that.
8 Feb 2022, 19:46
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Link to your encyclopedia thread: Sophia Nelson
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Potions Learner
Describe why this fits your character:
STATUS: Approved
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Prodigal Potions Learner
Describe why this fits your character:
Reducio
Sophia had difficulties adapting to a life of magic and wonder.
She was still a child, sure, and that childlike curiosity had taken her far in learning to adapt to life at Hogwarts. Unfortunately, there were still some hurdles she struggled to overcome.
Charms class was certainly interesting, and the charms that she would one day be capable of performing were nothing short of miraculous. A charm to turn her wand into a magical flashlight? Yes please.
Transfiguration introduced feats that would go even further in the process of destroying her expectations of reality. While she couldn't understand the purpose of transfiguring a whistle to a watch, she could certainly appreciate the novelty.
Unfortunately, as interesting and mind-blowing as most of her classes were for her, there was always a very real fear in her heart.
What if she messed up in class and died as a result? She understood the importance of proper wand movements, and she tried to be careful of her pronunciation of the incantations, but she was still clumsy. Her American accent still affected her incantations. Could she really learn those charms and transfigurations properly? Could she rely on herself not butchering the performance of those spells, even if her own life depended on it?
Not to mention Flying class.
Flying class opened doors to transportation methods she had never even dreamed could be reality. After all, what little muggle girl didn't pretend to be able to fly on her parents' favorite broom around Halloween time?
But Flying class was even more dangerous than her other classes. After all, she could very well fall from her broom at any moment, plummeting to a very scary, and very painful death. She wasn't known for her grace and balance, after all.
What really helped to give Sophia hope during her first year of school and the tumultuous adaptation to the wizarding world was Potions class.
Sure, Sophia was clumsy, but she couldn't plummet hundreds of feet - er, metres - to her death by dropping a snake fang on the ground. And the wand usage in potions class was certainly less subtle than the important swishes and flicks she was expected to memorize in Charms and Transfiguration. Ultimately, she found Potions class to be interesting and it helped her to find some measure of self-esteem when she realized that she had a decent bit of talent for the subject.
Being as socially awkward as she was, she found herself spending her time free from homework reading ahead in her copy of 'Magical Drafts and Potions'. While she didn't get to practice the potions in her free time, she could at least understand the theory behind them, and, while she couldn't be certain, Professor Wickham-Deakin didn't seem the type to refuse to tutor students who were interested in studying ahead. Perhaps she would even help her to learn how to brew some of the more advanced potions?
As her first year progressed, Sophia quickly began to develop a fondness and confidence in Potions class that she didn't have for her other classes.
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She was still a child, sure, and that childlike curiosity had taken her far in learning to adapt to life at Hogwarts. Unfortunately, there were still some hurdles she struggled to overcome.
Charms class was certainly interesting, and the charms that she would one day be capable of performing were nothing short of miraculous. A charm to turn her wand into a magical flashlight? Yes please.
Transfiguration introduced feats that would go even further in the process of destroying her expectations of reality. While she couldn't understand the purpose of transfiguring a whistle to a watch, she could certainly appreciate the novelty.
Unfortunately, as interesting and mind-blowing as most of her classes were for her, there was always a very real fear in her heart.
What if she messed up in class and died as a result? She understood the importance of proper wand movements, and she tried to be careful of her pronunciation of the incantations, but she was still clumsy. Her American accent still affected her incantations. Could she really learn those charms and transfigurations properly? Could she rely on herself not butchering the performance of those spells, even if her own life depended on it?
Not to mention Flying class.
Flying class opened doors to transportation methods she had never even dreamed could be reality. After all, what little muggle girl didn't pretend to be able to fly on her parents' favorite broom around Halloween time?
But Flying class was even more dangerous than her other classes. After all, she could very well fall from her broom at any moment, plummeting to a very scary, and very painful death. She wasn't known for her grace and balance, after all.
What really helped to give Sophia hope during her first year of school and the tumultuous adaptation to the wizarding world was Potions class.
Sure, Sophia was clumsy, but she couldn't plummet hundreds of feet - er, metres - to her death by dropping a snake fang on the ground. And the wand usage in potions class was certainly less subtle than the important swishes and flicks she was expected to memorize in Charms and Transfiguration. Ultimately, she found Potions class to be interesting and it helped her to find some measure of self-esteem when she realized that she had a decent bit of talent for the subject.
Being as socially awkward as she was, she found herself spending her time free from homework reading ahead in her copy of 'Magical Drafts and Potions'. While she didn't get to practice the potions in her free time, she could at least understand the theory behind them, and, while she couldn't be certain, Professor Wickham-Deakin didn't seem the type to refuse to tutor students who were interested in studying ahead. Perhaps she would even help her to learn how to brew some of the more advanced potions?
As her first year progressed, Sophia quickly began to develop a fondness and confidence in Potions class that she didn't have for her other classes.
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STATUS: Approved
13 Feb 2022, 21:37
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Link to your encyclopedia thread: Here
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Metamorphmagus
Describe why this fits your character:
Word Count: 567
Old Stats: Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 6 | Arcane Power: 7 | Accuracy: 7
New Stats: Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 5 | Arcane Power: 6 | Accuracy: 5
STATUS: Approved
Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 6 | Arcane Power: 6 | Accuracy: 6
They/Them
"I guess I'll just wing it."
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Metamorphmagus
Describe why this fits your character:
Reducio
The trait of Metamorphmagus has been in Neptune's family for years. Apparently, their great grandmother had the genetic trait of a Metamorphmagus. The trait skipped a generation before Neptune's mother wound up with the ability. And now, the genetic trait had been passed down to Neptune.
Yes, Neptune always admired their mother's ability to change her appearance, even being entertained by it as a younger child. They always thought, 'Wow, I wish I could be able to do that. Its so awesome!'. Neptune still really admires the trait, even if they also have that ability.
Neptune was around 3 years old. Small parts of their hair turning a darker blue when they were sad or unhappy. Their eyes gaining some specks of yellow if they were happy. Neptune's parents never really noticed this, especially because Neptune was so young. They started showing more signs around 5 years old. Neptune's greyish-blue eyes gaining a reddish color to them when they were mad. Especially when that one girl at school called their friend, George, a freak. Stuff like this continued to happen all throughout Neptune's childhood. Through the years, Neptune's parents started to become aware of these small changes to their child's appearance depending on Neptune's emotions. Neptune's mother was 100% sure her child was a Metamorphmagus when Neptune was 8. You see, the same girl who called Neptune's friend a freak, decided to come back and taunt Neptune, calling them some terrible things. They got so mad that Neptune's hair and eyes fully flashed red for a few seconds. In anger. When their mother came to pick them up after Neptune had been expelled, every mention of that girl turned a streak of Neptune's brown hair, red. After hearing Neptune's story, their mother's hair also turning red in anger, brought Neptune to get some ice cream.
Neptune's signs of being a Metamorphmagus only increased from here. One of Neptune's favorite memories of their brother is when he found out the trait they gained.
"Hey Tune, look what I have!!" Jasper said, waving around one of Neptune's most special crystal.
"Jasper, give my Green Aventurine back."
The large piece of green aventurine was sent to them from none other than Neptune's best friend who had moved to America when they were younger. It symbolizes strength, courage, happiness, and confidence.
"Ha!" Jasper laughed before whispering, "Never."
Jasper started sprinting around the house and even outside into the streets.
"Jasper, give it back!" Neptune yelled. They were starting to get mad, small streaks of their hair turning red, as they continued to chase their older brother.
Jasper continued to run as Neptune's hair had now fully turned red. Jasper only turned back to look once and that was all he needed to see Neptune with red hair. He stopped abruptly, tripping a little bit. Neptune caught up, taking the green aventurine out of his hand.
Jasper tripped over his words, "H-how, w-when, w-what? Your hair is supposed to be brown. What the heck!"
"Oh yea, I forgot to tell you," Neptune said, "I'm a Metamorphmagus." They said, their hair turning back to brown now that they were more calm.
"WHAT!" Jasper yelled, "THAT IS SO COOL! YOUR LIKE MOM NOW!"
Yea, that was fun. Even now as Neptune struggles to express their emotions, you can most likely always look to see if their hair or eyes change. Its a dead giveaway.
Yes, Neptune always admired their mother's ability to change her appearance, even being entertained by it as a younger child. They always thought, 'Wow, I wish I could be able to do that. Its so awesome!'. Neptune still really admires the trait, even if they also have that ability.
Neptune was around 3 years old. Small parts of their hair turning a darker blue when they were sad or unhappy. Their eyes gaining some specks of yellow if they were happy. Neptune's parents never really noticed this, especially because Neptune was so young. They started showing more signs around 5 years old. Neptune's greyish-blue eyes gaining a reddish color to them when they were mad. Especially when that one girl at school called their friend, George, a freak. Stuff like this continued to happen all throughout Neptune's childhood. Through the years, Neptune's parents started to become aware of these small changes to their child's appearance depending on Neptune's emotions. Neptune's mother was 100% sure her child was a Metamorphmagus when Neptune was 8. You see, the same girl who called Neptune's friend a freak, decided to come back and taunt Neptune, calling them some terrible things. They got so mad that Neptune's hair and eyes fully flashed red for a few seconds. In anger. When their mother came to pick them up after Neptune had been expelled, every mention of that girl turned a streak of Neptune's brown hair, red. After hearing Neptune's story, their mother's hair also turning red in anger, brought Neptune to get some ice cream.
Neptune's signs of being a Metamorphmagus only increased from here. One of Neptune's favorite memories of their brother is when he found out the trait they gained.
"Hey Tune, look what I have!!" Jasper said, waving around one of Neptune's most special crystal.
"Jasper, give my Green Aventurine back."
The large piece of green aventurine was sent to them from none other than Neptune's best friend who had moved to America when they were younger. It symbolizes strength, courage, happiness, and confidence.
"Ha!" Jasper laughed before whispering, "Never."
Jasper started sprinting around the house and even outside into the streets.
"Jasper, give it back!" Neptune yelled. They were starting to get mad, small streaks of their hair turning red, as they continued to chase their older brother.
Jasper continued to run as Neptune's hair had now fully turned red. Jasper only turned back to look once and that was all he needed to see Neptune with red hair. He stopped abruptly, tripping a little bit. Neptune caught up, taking the green aventurine out of his hand.
Jasper tripped over his words, "H-how, w-when, w-what? Your hair is supposed to be brown. What the heck!"
"Oh yea, I forgot to tell you," Neptune said, "I'm a Metamorphmagus." They said, their hair turning back to brown now that they were more calm.
"WHAT!" Jasper yelled, "THAT IS SO COOL! YOUR LIKE MOM NOW!"
Yea, that was fun. Even now as Neptune struggles to express their emotions, you can most likely always look to see if their hair or eyes change. Its a dead giveaway.
Word Count: 567
Old Stats: Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 6 | Arcane Power: 7 | Accuracy: 7
New Stats: Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 5 | Arcane Power: 6 | Accuracy: 5
STATUS: Approved
Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 6 | Arcane Power: 6 | Accuracy: 6
They/Them
"I guess I'll just wing it."
14 Feb 2022, 21:18
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Link to your encyclopedia thread: Freya Sterling (I am applying for registration and this ability concurrently)
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Seer
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
IN CASE YOU ARE APPLYING FOR A SPECIAL RACE OR RARE TALENT:
Stamina: 3 | Evasion: 7 | Strength: 3 | Wisdom: 6 | Arcane Power: 5 | Accuracy: 6
STATUS: Approved
Mod edot: Do not play with Runes without consulting the Runes professor.
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Seer
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
Freya is the latest daughter born to a very old matrilineal Seer bloodline which, thanks to a notable abundance of Virgos in their ranks, is painstakingly preserved in a leatherbound family tree and traces back to the völvas of Scandinavia in ancient times. The potency of the family’s bloodline has not surprisingly waxed and waned through the centuries, depending largely on the woman manifesting them, but the gift does reliably make itself known one way or another in almost all women born to the line. Freya’s grandmother Valfreskja, for example, is one of the most naturally adept women at wielding the Second Sight (still called Seiðr in her family) that the line has produced in a handful of generations. Her mother Freydis is similarly gifted but having borne three consecutive sons -few males since the very early generations of the line have shown more than a passing sense of foresight- hope was quickly fading that the line would continue through her before her daughter was delivered. Thus, Freya’s birth was not just a cause for celebration, but a literal lifeline to and continuance of the family’s legacy.
While the weight of that legacy does sometimes rest heavily on Freya’s young shoulders, there have been countless incidents in her relatively short years that seem to speak of someone with strong latent potential. From dodging the wayward claws of their family’s kneazle pride with enviable ease to her talent for catching things which are about to fall, (an exhaustingly regular occurrence at Sterling Manor due to the aforementioned kneazles and their penchant for pushing things off counters just because they can) Freya’s agility and intuition are beginning to show through even at her relatively young age. While that isn’t definitive enough to say for certain, her mother and grandmother know what to look for, and they are encouraged by what they see.
As with every daughter of their family line, Freya was welcomed very early on in life to the knowledge and potential of what she might become. Alongside her ABC’s, she learned her ansuz, berkana, and kaunaz runes. When other children her age were playing with gobstones and marbles, Freya had her first seeing stone. She learned at her mother and grandmothers’ knees the signs, portents, and associations that would guide her in her life as a Seer, whether she manifested the ability or not.
Freya loves divination deeply, and never feels safer or more at home than she does pulling a rune spread and spending hours interpreting their meanings. An avid observer of details, Freya carries a leatherbound notebook with her everywhere she goes, and when she isn’t taking eagle-eyed notice of things going on around her (and inside her own head), she can be found with her brow furrowed, scribbling away on its’ pages trying to capture whatever it is she noticed. Her dearest hope is that her family’s abilities will be as strong in her as they are in her immediate family, and she will be able to do her little part in the world by sharing her gifts for the good of those around her.
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While the weight of that legacy does sometimes rest heavily on Freya’s young shoulders, there have been countless incidents in her relatively short years that seem to speak of someone with strong latent potential. From dodging the wayward claws of their family’s kneazle pride with enviable ease to her talent for catching things which are about to fall, (an exhaustingly regular occurrence at Sterling Manor due to the aforementioned kneazles and their penchant for pushing things off counters just because they can) Freya’s agility and intuition are beginning to show through even at her relatively young age. While that isn’t definitive enough to say for certain, her mother and grandmother know what to look for, and they are encouraged by what they see.
As with every daughter of their family line, Freya was welcomed very early on in life to the knowledge and potential of what she might become. Alongside her ABC’s, she learned her ansuz, berkana, and kaunaz runes. When other children her age were playing with gobstones and marbles, Freya had her first seeing stone. She learned at her mother and grandmothers’ knees the signs, portents, and associations that would guide her in her life as a Seer, whether she manifested the ability or not.
Freya loves divination deeply, and never feels safer or more at home than she does pulling a rune spread and spending hours interpreting their meanings. An avid observer of details, Freya carries a leatherbound notebook with her everywhere she goes, and when she isn’t taking eagle-eyed notice of things going on around her (and inside her own head), she can be found with her brow furrowed, scribbling away on its’ pages trying to capture whatever it is she noticed. Her dearest hope is that her family’s abilities will be as strong in her as they are in her immediate family, and she will be able to do her little part in the world by sharing her gifts for the good of those around her.
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Stamina: 3 | Evasion: 7 | Strength: 3 | Wisdom: 6 | Arcane Power: 5 | Accuracy: 6
STATUS: Approved
Mod edot: Do not play with Runes without consulting the Runes professor.
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15 Feb 2022, 06:19
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Metamorphmagus
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Her grandmother was a wonderful human being, Mari Bakuchiku lived in the countryside outside of London since her husband had passed away. "Quieter" She had always said. Asuka and her mother visited her often with the use of floo powder and she always had a treat ready for her granddaughter.
That wasn't why she enjoyed visiting her so much, she always had a knack for making the child laugh by changing her appearance. Rabbit teeth, elephant ears, even changing her face to get Asuka to laugh. After a couple of times her curiosity got the better of her and she asked how Mari was able to do the things she did and she explained that it came in their blood. For generations the Bakuchilu's were something like shapeshifters. Able to change their shape or form fitting the situation. The legend of a shapeshifter came from them, or people like them, it was a gift.
She was a bit confused why her mother didn't do it that often. Mari explained that she didn't like it but in cases of increased emotion it came to them unintentionally. Like a reflex. Her mothers changes were always subtle, a bit of her nose, change in her eye color, never anything great. Mari told her that she was ashamed of it, didn't see it as the gift it was. Of course, once back home Asuka started paying close attention to her mother. It even made her mother a bit uneasy but never said anything against it.
She was able to catch a glimpse of her eyes changing color when she was fighting with dad over random stuff. Like her grandma said, it was subtle. She then figured that if nana and her mother could do it, maybe she could to. Every time they went back to visit her, Asuka asked more. Wanting to know how to trigger her gift and every time her nana would answer with the same phrase. "You'll figure it out."
She tried and tried but never really got a grasp for the ability their family was so renowned for, in her eyes, making her feel frustrated that she would be the first one who wasn't able to do it, or worse, that the gift had skipped her. All the things she could do, the laughs she could get, she could blend into a crowd or alter her height to get into the big rides at the amusement park. It would all go to waste.
A Saturday morning she couldn't take the fighting anymore. So, she escaped, use the floo powder. Ending up in her grandmothers living room, the old lady spilling her tea cup at the sudden burst of fire, she started basically yelling, getting everything she had pilled up, everything she bottled up burst out at once.
After a while, her grandmother promptly pointed out that she had changed her eye color to quite a beautiful light gray. Apparently, unknown to her, she never really needed any training.
It took a while, and a lot of teaching from Mari, for her to grasp how it felt to change some of her appearance, eyes, noes, nails, she even bought a headband that represented the first time she had changed. Small red horns.
WC= 542
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Stamina: 5
Evasion: 5
Strength: 5
Wisdom: 5
Arcane Power: 5
Accuracy: 5
STATUS: Approved
Mod edit 19.02: You are not able to create horns as Metamorphmagus, neither would you be able to make elephant ears or other animalistic changes. Metamorphs can change their appearance and do small reasonable changes without function (such as claws having no claw effect other than just having long fingernails).
Player edit 00:45: Hope this is better. Thank ya!
Mod edit 03.03.: The headband has nothing to do with any metamorphosis but I guess you want your horns. As long as it is a weird fashion sense by wearing a headband with horns, it's fine.
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Metamorphmagus
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Her grandmother was a wonderful human being, Mari Bakuchiku lived in the countryside outside of London since her husband had passed away. "Quieter" She had always said. Asuka and her mother visited her often with the use of floo powder and she always had a treat ready for her granddaughter.
That wasn't why she enjoyed visiting her so much, she always had a knack for making the child laugh by changing her appearance. Rabbit teeth, elephant ears, even changing her face to get Asuka to laugh. After a couple of times her curiosity got the better of her and she asked how Mari was able to do the things she did and she explained that it came in their blood. For generations the Bakuchilu's were something like shapeshifters. Able to change their shape or form fitting the situation. The legend of a shapeshifter came from them, or people like them, it was a gift.
She was a bit confused why her mother didn't do it that often. Mari explained that she didn't like it but in cases of increased emotion it came to them unintentionally. Like a reflex. Her mothers changes were always subtle, a bit of her nose, change in her eye color, never anything great. Mari told her that she was ashamed of it, didn't see it as the gift it was. Of course, once back home Asuka started paying close attention to her mother. It even made her mother a bit uneasy but never said anything against it.
She was able to catch a glimpse of her eyes changing color when she was fighting with dad over random stuff. Like her grandma said, it was subtle. She then figured that if nana and her mother could do it, maybe she could to. Every time they went back to visit her, Asuka asked more. Wanting to know how to trigger her gift and every time her nana would answer with the same phrase. "You'll figure it out."
She tried and tried but never really got a grasp for the ability their family was so renowned for, in her eyes, making her feel frustrated that she would be the first one who wasn't able to do it, or worse, that the gift had skipped her. All the things she could do, the laughs she could get, she could blend into a crowd or alter her height to get into the big rides at the amusement park. It would all go to waste.
A Saturday morning she couldn't take the fighting anymore. So, she escaped, use the floo powder. Ending up in her grandmothers living room, the old lady spilling her tea cup at the sudden burst of fire, she started basically yelling, getting everything she had pilled up, everything she bottled up burst out at once.
After a while, her grandmother promptly pointed out that she had changed her eye color to quite a beautiful light gray. Apparently, unknown to her, she never really needed any training.
It took a while, and a lot of teaching from Mari, for her to grasp how it felt to change some of her appearance, eyes, noes, nails, she even bought a headband that represented the first time she had changed. Small red horns.
WC= 542
IN CASE YOU ARE APPLYING FOR A SPECIAL RACE OR RARE TALENT:
Stamina: 5
Evasion: 5
Strength: 5
Wisdom: 5
Arcane Power: 5
Accuracy: 5
STATUS: Approved
Mod edit 19.02: You are not able to create horns as Metamorphmagus, neither would you be able to make elephant ears or other animalistic changes. Metamorphs can change their appearance and do small reasonable changes without function (such as claws having no claw effect other than just having long fingernails).
Player edit 00:45: Hope this is better. Thank ya!
Mod edit 03.03.: The headband has nothing to do with any metamorphosis but I guess you want your horns. As long as it is a weird fashion sense by wearing a headband with horns, it's fine.
Student is not yet in Index. Talent has not been added, but trunk is locked. Owl Béatrice Lydursdattir once you have been registered by index.
Last edited by Asuka Bakuchiku on 22 Feb 2022, 06:45, edited 2 times in total.
15 Feb 2022, 21:23
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Metamorphmagus
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
IN CASE YOU ARE APPLYING FOR A SPECIAL RACE OR RARE TALENT: Stamina: 5
Evasion: 7 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 6 | Arcane Power:7 | Accuracy: 6
STATUS: Approved please be aware of the mod edit.
Has not been added to the trunk. please owl your new stats to Béatrice Lydursdattir.
Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 3 | Wisdom: 6 | Arcane Power:6 | Accuracy: 4
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Metamorphmagus
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
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Trix was an interesting child. Their parents couldn't understand what was happening with their darling child, but every so often, their eyes would change color. Now, this was not unheard of to the parents, babies eyes sometimes change color, but their eyes changed from blue, to green, to brown and back again. It started with their eyes, but soon grew to her hair color and sometimes even facial features would be slightly different. Their parents were quite confused as to how this was possible, and, being Muggles, took her to a muggle doctor to see if everything was alright.
But everything came back fine with their baby and there was nothing medically wrong with them. So their parents just learned to accept the odd happenings around their child. But the reason for it would come out when Trix got their letter to Hogwarts. Soon a man dressed in funny robes came to their house and explained that there was indeed magic in the world. That the creatures that the family thought were only myths were as real as they were. This was when Sasha, Trix's mother, asked if it was normal for little kids of magic blood to change their appearence at will.
Thats when they learned about metamorphmagi and how it was a rare, genetic trait. It was strange, but somewhere along the line, Trix had a relative that was both magical, and a metamorphmagus.
Unbeknownst to the family, Trix's distant grandfather was a playboy in his day. He was also a metamorphmagi, using his abilities to sleep with both muggle and magical women. He was rather charasmatic and could change his appearance to match his lovers mood.
This man had met Trix's great great grandmother, and wooed the muggle woman with the ease of a silver tongue. The woman, not knowing the man was a wizard, thought his amazing ability was a gift from God. She fell madly in love with him, but soon found him gone from her side just after having their only child. This magical seed has been waiting in the depths of the soil to bloom and it found that place inside of Trix.
They finally had an answer for everything weird that surrounded their child, and Trix felt as if they might acctually finally fit in. Not only was Trix a wix, they were also a metamorphmagi! How cool was that!?
When Trix got to Hogwarts, they started to learn how to control the changing, and thus would always have crazy colored hair or different colored eyes, or even sometimes she would change up her facial features; giving her a more animalistic type appearance for laughs. [Mod edit: Nothing above small facial changes that have no function and merely change appearance of what is there] She got very used to using her ability, and now has no problem comtrolling her changing.
Trix uses her abilities a lot, often for comedic effect. They love making people laugh with their talent, and find it refreshing and delightful to be able to change their appearance at will. They hope to find more Metamorphmagi and start a club for them to learn from each other, but she isnt sure exactly how to go about that. Being new to the school, and magic in general, they worked very hard to make as many friends as they could, so they could write their parents and tell them about all the friends they made.
Trix was an interesting child. Their parents couldn't understand what was happening with their darling child, but every so often, their eyes would change color. Now, this was not unheard of to the parents, babies eyes sometimes change color, but their eyes changed from blue, to green, to brown and back again. It started with their eyes, but soon grew to her hair color and sometimes even facial features would be slightly different. Their parents were quite confused as to how this was possible, and, being Muggles, took her to a muggle doctor to see if everything was alright.
But everything came back fine with their baby and there was nothing medically wrong with them. So their parents just learned to accept the odd happenings around their child. But the reason for it would come out when Trix got their letter to Hogwarts. Soon a man dressed in funny robes came to their house and explained that there was indeed magic in the world. That the creatures that the family thought were only myths were as real as they were. This was when Sasha, Trix's mother, asked if it was normal for little kids of magic blood to change their appearence at will.
Thats when they learned about metamorphmagi and how it was a rare, genetic trait. It was strange, but somewhere along the line, Trix had a relative that was both magical, and a metamorphmagus.
Unbeknownst to the family, Trix's distant grandfather was a playboy in his day. He was also a metamorphmagi, using his abilities to sleep with both muggle and magical women. He was rather charasmatic and could change his appearance to match his lovers mood.
This man had met Trix's great great grandmother, and wooed the muggle woman with the ease of a silver tongue. The woman, not knowing the man was a wizard, thought his amazing ability was a gift from God. She fell madly in love with him, but soon found him gone from her side just after having their only child. This magical seed has been waiting in the depths of the soil to bloom and it found that place inside of Trix.
They finally had an answer for everything weird that surrounded their child, and Trix felt as if they might acctually finally fit in. Not only was Trix a wix, they were also a metamorphmagi! How cool was that!?
When Trix got to Hogwarts, they started to learn how to control the changing, and thus would always have crazy colored hair or different colored eyes, or even sometimes she would change up her facial features; giving her a more animalistic type appearance for laughs. [Mod edit: Nothing above small facial changes that have no function and merely change appearance of what is there] She got very used to using her ability, and now has no problem comtrolling her changing.
Trix uses her abilities a lot, often for comedic effect. They love making people laugh with their talent, and find it refreshing and delightful to be able to change their appearance at will. They hope to find more Metamorphmagi and start a club for them to learn from each other, but she isnt sure exactly how to go about that. Being new to the school, and magic in general, they worked very hard to make as many friends as they could, so they could write their parents and tell them about all the friends they made.
555 words
IN CASE YOU ARE APPLYING FOR A SPECIAL RACE OR RARE TALENT: Stamina: 5
Evasion: 7 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 6 | Arcane Power:7 | Accuracy: 6
STATUS: Approved please be aware of the mod edit.
Has not been added to the trunk. please owl your new stats to Béatrice Lydursdattir.
Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 3 | Wisdom: 6 | Arcane Power:6 | Accuracy: 4
18 Feb 2022, 16:09
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Name of Ability or Race or Talent that you Are Applying for: Parselmouth
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
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STATUS: Approved
"I just want to be a good person." ~ Quercy (Thymus Quercus Timerey)
Name of Ability or Race or Talent that you Are Applying for: Parselmouth
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
IN CASE YOU ARE APPLYING FOR A SPECIAL RACE OR RARE TALENT: Stats: Stamina: 5| Evasion: 5 | Strength: 5| Wisdom: 6| Arcane Power: 4| Accuracy: 5Yes, I am a parselmouth. Why of course I did not choose it! It is like saying a werewolf chose to be a werewolf. I am a half-blood, my mother, Tyr, is a muggle and my father, Alexander, is a pure-blood, as well as a parselmouth. The pure-blood side of my family has had generations of this rare talent, sadly it is often associated with evil or horrid people. I myself have seen my share of horrid people who were not parselmouths. But sadly I cannot deny there have not been some terrible people in my bloodline that I wish I could revoke.
All except my father and aunts of my pure-blood side of the family highly believe in blood status. I honestly would have rather been full muggle rather than a half. But it has its perks, in some ways, I get the best of both worlds, but also the worst and the pressure with it. My father himself was a parselmouth, he was the one who passed the curse to me.
Now I can understand my aunt Meredith's snake Ginger, and the bloody snake won't shut up. The reputation for parseltongues are so horrid that my family keeps it a secret, and for generations they did. Now I have to keep it, Yer aff yer heid if you think that's easy, it's like speaking another language or being bilingual its very natural at one point. Being a parselmouth does not give me any visual attributes that make me anything special, I do'int have any scales or venomous teeth I am like every other person, I just have a talent that rare.
People judge what they cant understand. Were not a bunch of mad bampots, and no one thinks we are. But the second we reveal it, aye, we'll be in up to our necks we will. Thinking about what would happen makes me boke. I am somewhat thankful for the talent even if havers are tied to it. It helps me be a more understanding person and understand others who have this talent.
I have been called evil or a bad person once and there, for what they call dark interests. I love horror, dark books, grimm tales, and writing them for me self. I canny understand why people nake such assumptions, I don't fit in neither the muggle world or the wizarding world. Though I don't know where this talent started my family pinpointed that it started more than 100 years ago, it was a mix with some other family that caused such.
It also depresses me such that a lot of my family follows the stereotypical pure-bloods, blood status, Slytherin, and parselmouth. I wish I could break this curse forever haunting but yet it rests and ye chest Every night mocks the thoughts and chases my steps. I canny change who I am, but I can hide it so no one knows, who I truly ams... Confuse them so they don't stereotype me, be both of both worlds, but never be either... Be not me, but be me... Confuse but have meaning... Parseltongue but not... That is who I will and won't be...
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STATUS: Approved
Student is not yet in index. Please owl Béatrice Lydursdattir once you have been approved."If you could you would, and if you couldn't you wouldn't. But sometimes even if you could you shouldn't and should when you wouldn't."
And what you should have done was using paragraph.
"I just want to be a good person." ~ Quercy (Thymus Quercus Timerey)
18 Feb 2022, 18:08
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Name of Ability or Race or Talent that you Are Applying for: Charmer
Character Statistics: Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 5 | Strengh: 6 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 4 | Accuracy: 6
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
406 words
STATUS: Approved
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Name of Ability or Race or Talent that you Are Applying for: Charmer
Character Statistics: Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 5 | Strengh: 6 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 4 | Accuracy: 6
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Most of the Del Mar's all had that same something that the people around them just loved to be around. A certain je-ne-sais-quoi that just drew people in. This was true for none of the family more than Leo. The youngest member of the Del Mar's seemed to just have that universal charisma that managed to be irresistible to everyone. Men, women, animals, all melted when it came to the boy's mysterious allure.
While he was an obvious beauty, it wasn't simply his appearance alone that contributed to this charm, the loyalty and kindness that Leo displayed radiated out of him like an aura, it wasn't the kind of intentional charm that one might associate with a suave seducer, but rather a lightness of being that told the other party You're safe here.
On several occasions, Leo has been asked wether his bloodline was mixed with Veela, Siren, or several other beauty-prone races, including one accusation that he was a hag impersonating a handsome young man in order to silver-tongue her way into the political world (Though, it is worth mentioning that this accusation was hurled by a politician going through a particularly traumatic scandal which caused the eventual downfall of his career). Unfortunately, Leo does not know his grandparents on either side of his lineage, and so could not verify these rumours if he tried. According to his parents though, (Who would indeed be the ones to ask in this situation.) Leo's bloodline is made up of solely wizardkind and humankind on his mother and fathers family trees, respectively.
Leo himself, can sometimes be mildly oblivious to the effect that he has on people at times. Of course, if people treating you differently your whole life is all you've experienced, it is hard to tell at all. On the few occasions where Leo has noticed the preferential treatment he gets, he is quick to point out the discrepancies, unwilling to allow an aesthetic judgement to cloud somebody's moral justifications.
From his own perspective, Leo finds the concept of his own desirability a quite uncomfortable subject. Namely because of the favouritism he received from muggles over his brother and sister. While their parents were equally loving towards their children, a lot of the muggles they lived near would put the siblings at odds with one another. He didn't like to feel like that. Above all, Leo's magnetism stems from his willingness to be included, not excluded.
While he was an obvious beauty, it wasn't simply his appearance alone that contributed to this charm, the loyalty and kindness that Leo displayed radiated out of him like an aura, it wasn't the kind of intentional charm that one might associate with a suave seducer, but rather a lightness of being that told the other party You're safe here.
On several occasions, Leo has been asked wether his bloodline was mixed with Veela, Siren, or several other beauty-prone races, including one accusation that he was a hag impersonating a handsome young man in order to silver-tongue her way into the political world (Though, it is worth mentioning that this accusation was hurled by a politician going through a particularly traumatic scandal which caused the eventual downfall of his career). Unfortunately, Leo does not know his grandparents on either side of his lineage, and so could not verify these rumours if he tried. According to his parents though, (Who would indeed be the ones to ask in this situation.) Leo's bloodline is made up of solely wizardkind and humankind on his mother and fathers family trees, respectively.
Leo himself, can sometimes be mildly oblivious to the effect that he has on people at times. Of course, if people treating you differently your whole life is all you've experienced, it is hard to tell at all. On the few occasions where Leo has noticed the preferential treatment he gets, he is quick to point out the discrepancies, unwilling to allow an aesthetic judgement to cloud somebody's moral justifications.
From his own perspective, Leo finds the concept of his own desirability a quite uncomfortable subject. Namely because of the favouritism he received from muggles over his brother and sister. While their parents were equally loving towards their children, a lot of the muggles they lived near would put the siblings at odds with one another. He didn't like to feel like that. Above all, Leo's magnetism stems from his willingness to be included, not excluded.
406 words
STATUS: Approved
Student has no trunk and is not yet in Index. Please owl Béatrice Lydursdattir once you have been added by Index.