Broom Race Public Alpha

[font=Monotype Corsiva]Roleplaying as iNPC Enzo Delcroix
When speaking in English uses: This Colour
When in French uses: This colour plus Italics & Bold
Interacting with: Charles Alluring [@Henry Knight]
~ Open to Interactions ~
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[font=Monotype Corsiva]"The same goes for you Charles.... I suppose" Enzo responded to Durmstrang boy, saying the last two words quite sarcastically and with what almost sounded like a laugh. He then averted his attention towards the announcer who was going over the aim of the game one last time. During the speech Enzo felt the thrilling feeling of adrenaline washed down his body in anticipation. The suspension was almost unbearable.

GO!

The word that Enzo was impatiently waiting for in what felt like an eternity. With eyes peeled ahead and hands tightly clutching his broom, as soon as the word was uttered he was off at the fastest pace his school broom could go.
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Action: Flying
Abilities: «terrible presence»
Broom: School Broom
Speed: 3
Stats:

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Stamina - 5
Evasion - 7
Strength - 5
Wisdom - 5
Arcpower - 8
Accuracy - 5

@Flash Holmwood as Yefim.

Greta was in the stands. I could see her light blonde hair, the native hair shade in the northern parts of the world. Near the Mediterranean area, our hair is dark, with lighter shades being an oddity. In fact, light hair is a sort of... shall we call it, ideal, trait. She’s just like her brother, even if she is much more reserved. Like me in more than one way, I suppose. It felt good, knowing that I was appreciated in my school, even with all the madness going about in the world today. My poor brother. He never liked violence of any sort, and he certainly didn’t deserve the misfortune that life had ladled upon him and me so early in life. I only hope that with everything going on so close to home, he and I will still stay close. After all, the Halloween Masquerade is coming up soon. If I know anything about my brother... He’s a bit of an eccentric.

Not as eccentric as this announcer, however, or at least Piérre is more resolved and justified in his eccentricities. A Mister Lazarus Plott, headmaster of Ilvermorny. From what Piérre told me over the summer, he is not an individual above suspicion. Yes, he had been a sort of surrogate headmaster while Solomon Lear was away, but when formulating the entire truth, one must be willing to suspect and be suspicious of any person, no matter their previous lifestyle or their current personality. Any way you slice it, his voice grates on me. I’ll be glad to get out of earshot.

Yefim, nearby, engages with others, and I feel my brow crease. He had gotten his leg broken by the part-giant beater on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, and I had tried to restrain his aggression only moments beforehand. I didn’t know at the time that he knew little English, that my words had only confused him and inspired further aggression. It was that aggression that he felt that made me concerned. We couldn’t have him hurting himself again, especially when almost every school of magic was attending this event.

Resolving myself just before the whistle blew, I gently placed a hand on Yefim’s shoulder, trying my best to quietly catch his attention. ”Um... Yefim. друг... friend” I stammer, doing my best to recall my Russian. ” Byt' bezopasnym. Ne bud' glupym. Ya krichu tebe, khorosho?” Be safe. Do not stupid be. I shout for you, ok?

With a smile, I let him go, giving him an encouraging nod in affirmation of my words. ” Budem vmeste rabotat', tovarishch?“ Shall work together, comrade? With a quiet smile, I kick myself off the ground, preparing to soar. I am not worried about the competition or attempting to knock them out of the sky, I’m trying to win this fair and square, and get to the end, preferably in first place.

Let’s get the show on the road, huh? Takeoff confirmed, and thrust is a go.

Movement: Flying
Second Action: Focus solely on Dodging/Safely Aiming flight (Bonus to Acc/Eva?)

Statistics & Abilities

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Stamina 10 | Strength 10 | Evasion 10
Wisdom 7 | Accuracy 10 | ArcPower 0

Obnoxiously Strong
+10% to all Strength Checks
Perfectionist I
-1 Critical Fail Chances

Broom: Moontrimmer Twink Broom
- +3 to Evasion and Stamina ^ added above ^
- 10% Auto-Dodge Chance
Speed: (Max speed of 5)

@Bridget Collins (Phyllis Stanwood)

Broom Racing. Flying through the air on a broom, the wind whipping through his hair. Barely a blur of color. Barely anything at all. Powering ahead of everyone else. Win. Win. Win. The exhilarating feeling of freedom and adrenaline that came with it. The buzz of excitement and anticipation in the air, the Feeling the amazing sense of triumph and victory setting in as he beat everyone to the finish line. That was the fantasy he had drawn for himself in his head

Andrew was super excited for the broom race. He really hoped that Ilvermorny would win- he was very competitve. But not like, cheating competitive. He wanted to win. He was going to win. He knew it. He looked around to his fellow Ilvermorny students.

Drew whooped when Phyllis yelled at them, saying they were going to win. Of course they were. And if they didn't... Well, that was too bad.

He had mounted his broom, setting himself comfortably on the school broom. He kinda wished he had a special broom like some other people, making him go super super fast and letting him go faster than everyone else. But he wasn't too worried about it. He thought of himself as way more skilled than everyone else anyway.

"Everyone on their mark, Get set, GO!"

GO!

So Drew did go. He took off alongside his Ilvermorny peers. They could do this. They would do this.

Action: If Iris Fields is knocked from her broom, save her.

Stamina: 8 Evasion: 5 Strength: 10 Wisdom: 4 Arcane Power: 7 Accuracy: 6

Abilities: Obnoxiously Strong | Fearless Broom: School Broom Speed: 3

Bolded Text – French | Regular Text – English

Action 1| Fly Speed| 6.
Action 2| Focus on the track ahead.
Stats with Nimbus 1700
Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 7+1 (8) | Strength: 9+1 (10)
Wisdom: 4+1 (5) | Arc Power: 3 | Accuracy: 10+2 (12)
Abilities
Fearless | Evasive Maneuvers

Speed: 5

Stats:

Reducio

Abilities: Lovely Creature and Terrible Presence

Broom: Moontrimmer [+3 to two separate stats, +10% chance to auto-dodge an attack, twink broom]

Stats: | Stamina 8 | Evasion 8 [+3 Moontrimmer] | Strength 8 | Wisdom 3 [+3 Moontrimmer] | Arcan Power 4 | Accuracy 9 |

Action: If Phyllis Stanwood is knocked off her broom, save her.
Speed: 3
Brrom: Schoolbroom

Stamina: 8
Evasion: 8
Strength: 1
Wisdom: 8
ArcPower: 6
Accuracy: 9

The Muggle Condition | Calming Presence

Mentioning @Bridget Collins as Phyllis Stanwood

Iris felt her adrenaline racing. At the command, she took to the air, lowered over the shaft of her broom. She instantly blocked out everything besides Andrew and the broom. She didn't hear the roar of the wind in her ears or the cheers of the crowd. She was intently focused on the race and making sure her teammate didn't fall.

It took everything in her not to race ahead. She was a team, she needed to follow the plan. She could feel her broom itching to speed ahead, aware that it could do twice this speed. But she managed to limit herself. To focus more on dodging. More on not getting distracted.

She was a girl and her broom, one entity, and she was going to win this.

Action: If Andrew Lycan is knocked from his broom, save him. Speed: 3

Broom: Nimbus 1700 | +2 acc, +1 evas, +1 wis, +1 str Stats: Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 8 (9) | Strength: 7 (8) | Wisdom: 7 (8) | Arcane Power: 6 | Accuracy: 6 (8) Abilities: Sixth Sense | Martial Artist

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Everything was almost in slowly motion as everyone waited patiently for the race to start as the race announcer Lazarus plot expalined the rules in his usual egotistical flamboyance. Although he had already took in the rules of the dangerous race he made sure to listen up and be confident with what he could do. None the less, there will still be some rule breakers causing chaos along the way. The were crowd seems exceptionally excited for the first broom race in a long time, and seemed eager for the race to start and stop that blabbering headmaster from talking.

Eventually, Lazarus had stopped his speech and raised his wand into the air "Everyone on their mark." he said with a look of determination "Get set, Go!" he shouted while firing a red flare into the sky. Immediately after the call, Percy kicked off and zoomed through the air at a good speed to begin the race