2 Aug 2022, 20:26
Triathalon: Round 1 Swimming
Santario was not the physically strongest person, not even close, but she signed up for a physical event anyway. It was more so out of sheer curiosity at how well she could do. Winning the triathlon wasn’t the goal. As she walked to the event's start, she pleated her hair back into a tight braid, noticing that most of the people who showed up so far were from the other schools. Her eyes were drawn to a range of colored hair done up, recognizing that it was Aurora though the person standing next to her left a sour taste in her mouth mainly because he ran his mouth inappropriately.English | French | Irish
She would continue, setting eyes on someone who surprised her more, Howard. Though, he was Hogwart’s champion, so perhaps, it wasn’t that surprising. If he looked her way, she would give him a wave and mouth ‘good luck’ in his direction. San would carry on, not wanting to distract the people taking this more seriously than she was from getting ready. Once she found a more solitary spot, she would kick off her shoes and start stretching. Her swimsuit would be a simple black one-piece, but she wore dark green spandex shorts over it. The shorts would end just below her knees. She wouldn’t have cared in the past, but now she had scars on her thigh from the hag slugs that she wasn’t interested in flaunting any time soon.
Sta: 10 | Eva: 7 | Str: 3 | Wis: 11 | AP: 10 | Acc: 15
Healing Sage | Prodi Charms | Impartial
Healing Sage: +30% healing | Prodigal Charms | Impartial | Fearless
Stamina : 10 | Evasion : 7 | Strength : 3 | Wisdom : 12 | Arcane Power : 10 | Accuracy : 15
Stamina : 10 | Evasion : 7 | Strength : 3 | Wisdom : 12 | Arcane Power : 10 | Accuracy : 15
2 Aug 2022, 21:09
Triathalon: Round 1 Swimming
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Charles smiled quietly at Haley's words, nodding to them, the blonde rolled his neck as he spoke"you'll be fine but don't be hurt when I beat you, Hales," bits of laughter laced his words, eyeing Haley as he spoke"relax, you'll do fine. I believe in you." A short, polite nod. If it wasn't him who would win that day then he hoped it would either be a fellow durmstrang or Haley. He could settle with Haley winning.
Rolling his shoulders, studying their opponents, the teen spotted Ronnie. Suddenly forgetting the prime focus... the aim of the day. Of winning. Eyes went soft, smiling softly, offering an wave back to Ronnie. The teen felt his eyes remain on the lad, frozen in time, distracted by the dreams come to life. Of the lad feet away... the one who he is suppose to be opponents with now staring at him. Wishing for something else, wishing to speak with him, smiling toward him.
Suddenly pulled away, the teen leaned over to Haley as he spoke"there's Ronnie, a bit to tall for you through." His tone joking, laced with laughter, brushing back his blonde hair as he flexed his upper muscles a bit. The blonde was self absorb, believing himself to look incredible, eyeing Haley as he spoke"focus on lads later, right now how about we win this?" A short smile followed by a nod, eyes studying their other opponents.
Moments past, the teen caught the eye of Aly Salinger. Second cousin which means an automatic friend even if she is the keeper for the hogwarts, Ravenclaw quidditch team. He couldn't lie about her skills, opponents or not. The teen offered a nod toward Haley as he spoke"meet in the water? I need to wish another luck," eyes flickering between Haley and Aly as the blonde took the path to Aly who was already speaking with an brazilian? The girl looked brazilian to the blonde or south american, perhaps?
Taking a place besides Aly, a shoulder tap on Aly's shoulder as he spoke"are bandages your trash talk, then? I was wondering when I'll hear some from you," an nod to her friend before eyes flickered back to Aly as he spoke"Good luck Aly and you to, Brazil," a soft smile to the two as he perpared himself to run as soon as he heard the start for the competition- triathlon that morning.
Action: Arriving
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"There's no such thing as strange creatures, only blinked people" - Newt Scamander
3 Aug 2022, 00:29
Triathalon: Round 1 Swimming
pretend this says second year until i get a new bannerRoleplaying as iNPC Vivienne Beaumont
French | English | Spanish
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Outfit: x
The girl was more than ready to win, her competitive side already coming out even though it hadn't started yet, and she couldn't wait to cool down. She had already begun to sweat a tiny bit even though it was still only morning. Don't get her wrong, she loved summer especially because she lived in a village so close to the sea, meaning the cool sea breeze cooled her down most of the time and if it didn't, she always had the option to swim in the sea. Although, sometimes, especially at summer camp when swimming in the ocean wasn't really an option, she couldn't help but be a tad annoyed when she started to sweat and her clothes ended up stuck to her skin. It wasn't that big of a deal though, and her happy-go-lucky attitude usually didn't leave her annoyed for very long.
Vivienne made her way over to the 'shoreline' where all the participants were meant to meet first before the competition began. A pirate ship was visible in the distance. She scanned everyone that had already lined up, her face lighting up into a smile not directed at anyone in particular yet still a non-verbal way of saying good luck to her opponents. This time there would be no teams, she would just have to count on herself and herself alone to win.Action: Arriving
Stats: STA: 8 | EVA: 7 | STR: 7 | WIS: 6 | ARC: 5 | ACC: 7
Abilities: Fearless, Calming Presence
3 Aug 2022, 01:24
Triathalon: Round 1 Swimming
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-═══════════════════Ever the athletic individual, Lysander couldn't resist partaking in a triathlon. Of the three events, running was certainly his strongest suit with swim a close contender given his family's seafaring ventures: what was a Stavrou that couldn't swim? Sporting red compression trunks and a matching cap atop his head, Lysander adjusted his goggles to rest comfortably and checked out the stadium.
Being early morning and all, the day wasn't yet at its hottest. Still, Lysander felt the overwhelming urge to dive into the depths before the whistle. Unlike his cousin, he greatly favoured the cold, but no silly sun would distract him. What could, however, was an old family friend emering from the crowd towards him. His upper arm stretches ceased immediately. “Greetings, Miss Towers,” he mirrored with a dimpled grin, her formal introduction not going unnoticed. “Holy hell, I almost didn't recognise you.”
As acquaintances knew best, Towers was here for small talk. How was ...life? In truth, the first half of his summer had been disheartening. It seemed like an unappreciative stance when he thought about it—travel to Berlin for a prestigious art program was not an opportunity that showed its hand for most. But Lysander would have much preferred that, plain rejection, than the reality of his father's bribery and subsequent self-doubting. No, Lysander would shrug and think of the upsides to his summer, like training with his comrades and reuniting with his girlfriend. “Ah, you know. Unpredictable as always. Yourself?”
Speaking of girlfriends, his of just over four months opted for a flashier appearance. A singular, loud crack indicating apparition emitted from his side, earning an admirable glance. Aurelia was just an assortment of all sorts of skills, wasn't she? “Duh,” he joked before lifting a hand to sweep ashen hair behind her ears. “You know, outdoors, competitive. Right in my element.” Still cognizant of the third party Towers, Lysander kept his kiss with Aurelia brief, a tender peck to her lips that would not leave her hanging.
He sent her a dubious, protective look in response to her apparently lacking swim skills, one that proceeded to melt away upon the realisation that she was merely teasing. Nevertheless, he would not allow her to downtalk herself. “Tsk. Sure, you're strong.” He meant it too. Not many could say that they faced a dhampir and survived with what were essentially battle scars. He simply watched when Aurelia gave Towers a curt acknowledgement, not too surprised that they knew each other. “Small world.”
Along the way, his fingers intertwined with Aurelia's, more than likely only encouraging her unchecked possessiveness. “As I was just about to tell Serena,” he began, only to stop suddenly with a raised hand as if he'd offended her by uttering her given name. “Serena—is that okay—I owe you an apology. I could have approached you months ago at the Hogwarts ball but the entire event just...” Went to shit, he nearly quipped while rubbing his neck. “Fell apart. Something tells me it's a regular occurrence.”
ABILITIES: Evasive Maneuvers I, Evasive Maneuvers II, Charmer, Fearless
Arriving
3 Aug 2022, 01:57
Triathalon: Round 1 Swimming
F**king Aryaan Shamsi had the nerve to sign him up for this physical competition. Well, at least he figured it was their Champion who had done so. From what he knew, Narumi wasn't even participating, despite his supposed strength and physicality. For all of Narumi's muscles, they were sure lying in waste on his bed or wherever that lazy boy was this morning.Roleplaying as Akira Shimizu from Mahoutokoro
It was only too late that Akira had noticed his own name on the Triathlon roster. By then, he didn't quite have the option of backing out, because his honor was on the line. Akira Shimizu can't be a person who was known to quit or back out last-second, whether or not he signed his name himself. No excuses.
So here he was, wholly unprepared in his dark blue swim trunks, which he had only packed in case there was a pool to wade in, or whatever.
"Good morning, Shamsi-san," he greeted his Champion with polite words through a scowl, arms crossed over his slim chest. Needless to say, the slender boy was already feeling a slight chill, and they hadn't even jumped in the water yet. "I bet you're having fun with this, aren't you?" he asked through gritted teeth, silently fuming. "Please enlighten me with your mastermind plan for what you hope to gain from this."
Action: Arriving
Open to interactions
@Hui Ming as Aryaan Shamsi
STA: 8 | EVA: 8 | STR: 1 | WIS: 9 | ARC: 5 | ACC: 10
Abilities: Perfectionist I, Perfectionist II
3 Aug 2022, 05:07
Triathalon: Round 1 Swimming
ARYAAN SHAMSI
Mahoutokoro
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Aryaan Shamsi was having the time of his life this summer. Sure, it was a little chilly in London, and sure he was probably making more enemies with his antics, but it was all just so indescribably fun. The Indian boy simply could not stop buzzing in excitement for his entire stay here.
Today, in preparation for the triathlon – and to make a spectacle of himself, that part was important too – Shamsi had shown up to the triathlon sporting nothing but his offendingly bright neon-orange swimming trunks. It was just the kind of toeing-the-line disrespectful (but not really) thing that would get under the skin of his uptight peers. Fun was all well and good, after all, but were you really living if you weren’t giving the prudes a heart attack?
And, sure enough his appearance got the attention of Shimizu-kun. And the first question got the Mahoutokoro champion laughing. “I am, I am. I’m so glad you noticed, Shimizu-kun.” I was a bright reply, and devoid of his usual bite of insubordination. “Perhaps I was just planning to give my new best friend here,” here Aryaan looks Akira up and down dramatically. “A little bit of a life lesson. You gotta live a little, sometimes”
Aryaan leans forward then, and whispered conspiratorially. “Or maybe. I just want you to see how Mahoutokoro stacks up in competition against four of the other five champions.”
A slight tilt of his head, gesturing to the Hogwarts Champion and then the Koldov one, who were both here. Aryaan would let that hang in the moment for a bit, before leaning back and laughing uproariously.
“Hahahaha. As if.” He wasn’t even looking at Akira anymore, his attention diverted to looking for other Mahou students. He added, distractedly. “I just want us all to have a good time.”
Action: Arriving. talking to Akira
Interacting: @Avery Chen as Akir Shimizu
Mentioning: Several Champions, including @Aurora Ranvier as Rodion Makarovich
The curtains fell. And the silence was deafening
3 Aug 2022, 05:12
Triathalon: Round 1 Swimming
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Serena had signed up for the triathlon because it sounded not only like it would be a fun event but also because it would be a great way to make sure that she stayed in shape over the summer for Quidditch. And, since it was a hot and sunny day outside, the first event would be a great way to cool off.
Serena enjoyed swimming, although she did not do it that often. That was why it took her a while to find a swimsuit, but thankfully she found a cute light green one covered in flowers and strawberries that still fit. As she made her way to the shoreline, she put her long blonde hair up into a tight bun. The fourth-year girl did not want her hair to end up in her eyes, possibly preventing her from being the fastest swimmer.
Once Serena reached the shoreline, she began to do some light stretches in an attempt to warm up her muscles and prevent her legs from cramping while out in the water. Was she possibly taking this a little too seriously for just a summer game? Yes. But Serena was in this to win it, her competitive spirit shining through once again.
Reducio
Action: Arriving
Stats: STA: 7 EVA: 8 STR: 8 WIS: 7 ARCP: 7 ACC: 9
Abilities: Calming Presence and Interception
Outfit: x
Stats: STA: 7 EVA: 8 STR: 8 WIS: 7 ARCP: 7 ACC: 9
Abilities: Calming Presence and Interception
Outfit: x
The world is filled with nice people. If you can't find one, be one.
Stats:
Sta: 6 Eva: 7 Str: 7 Wis: 7 ArcP: 6 Acc: 8
3 Aug 2022, 12:26
Triathalon: Round 1 Swimming
Norwegian — Russian — English
Astrid put on her swimming costume and grabbed her towel before leaving the tent. Swimming, running and a flag to catch. Easy. The Durmstrang girl was almost born swimming. Astrid approached the starting point of the race, looking for familiar faces. She turned around and saw Charles talking to theee girls. With a smile on her face, she approached the group.
— Hey Charles! Hey... what's your names? How are you?
Two of the girls were at Hogwarts, Astrid was sure. One was a redhead and the other had curly hair. The third one seemed to have Latin origins. Was she from Castelobruxo? In any case, seeing all these people, Astrid told herself that her chances of being first had just gone down. But she would do her best -more than her best- to be in the first place. At least in the first five. She wanted to win, but she was realistic. Many participants were older, stronger, more experienced than Astrid.
— I'm Astrid, from the Durmstrang Quidditch team.
| Astrid Théa Olsen "i will make you believe you are lovely" |
3 Aug 2022, 23:49
Triathalon: Round 1 Swimming
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⋖ 08/AUG/2022 @ ?? | Outfit | ENGLISH [#715380] | FRENCH [#b654a9] ⋗
INTERACTIONS @Bloom Silverton | MENTIONING n/a
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───•─•────────────────────────────────────•─•───Given her lack of participation in any of the inter-school competitions, Evelynn suppose the triathalon would be as good as any an opportunity to test her mettle. Although she hardly considered herself the epitome of physical prowess, neither was she completely inept. Quidditch had seen to that, as had her daily runs. Where she lacked in brute strenght, she made up with tenacity. There was a distinct athleticism in the angles of her features and the lithe musculature of her form. Generally, it was merely veiled beneath layers of modest vestments. But given the chance to pit herself against those from other schools and deliver yet another way to battle against the obnoxiously prevailing notion of Hogwarts inferiority, she was willing to set aside—temporarily—her distaste for showing skin. Or.. perhaps curves would be the more appropriate descriptor, given the utter lack of fleshy revelation provided by the black body suit she had opted to don.
"I will admit, I am not certain I would have taken you for the competitive sort." Where few familiar faces had made their presences known along the starting line, the prefect found herself drawn to the side of one with whom she had acquainted herself only days prior. With a few exceptional situations (such as her stint on the Ravenclaw quiddithc team), Silverton had never really been one to find herself on Evelynn's radar. It may have been a different story if the Gryffindor had deigned to brave hte food fight at the recent Spring ball and observed her ties to White, but alas, that chance was missed. Still, she had a warm disposition and a magnetic sort of presence. Mild. Unimpressionable in a way, but at times that was a welcome reprieve from the usual miscreants.Action: Arriving
STA | 10 STR | 2 EVA | 15 WIS | 15 ARC | 2 ACC | 12
keen eye fearless impartial wandmaker3 Aug 2022, 23:52
Triathalon: Round 1 Swimming
⋖ 08/AUG/2022 @ ?? | OUTFIT | NORWEGIAN | SWEDISH | RUSSIAN | GERMAN | ENGLISH ⋗
INTERACTIONS @Charles Alluring | MENTIONING n/a
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───•─•────────────────────────────────────•─•───The day of the triathlon was upon them! With the sun hanging bright in the sky, obscured only by the dusting of a few fluffy clouds, it really was a good day for it. Greta had practically skipped to the "shoreline". It was the first time the pitch had been flooded and her eyes brightened at the novelty. How clever it was, really. She had always quite liked the lake whenever they were allowed to visit Hogwarts, and had been a little disappointed by the land-locked return to London's quidditch stadium. The fact that the organizers had managed to bring an element of beach-side fun even here really was quite the treat.
Dressed in her pale pink ruffled lolita-like swimsuit, Greta was ready! Mostly. Teeth chewed lightly on her lower lip as she scanned the shoreline. Several other students had already gathered in preparation, and she found herself more than a little nervous at the idea of actually attempting to face off against them. A game of quidditch was one thing. It was somewhat physical, but allowed her to rely heavily on the use of a magical item to out-maneuver her opponents. Here, she would have to rely solely on her own abilities. Still, it wasn't as though she was a novice when it came to the water.
Her head snapped around at the sound of her nickname, eyes brightening with recognition. "Allu!" She shouted back, hopping up to her tippy toes, arms waving above her head. A second later and she would lope towards him, beaming. "Destroy them?" she laughed, cheeks powdering themselves with a natural rosy hue. "I will just be happy to finish the race." A reserved and crooked smile settled in place upon her countenance. "But maybe Durmstrang can still show its might here. Have you done something like this before?"
@Henry Knight