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First Year: Evasive Maneuvers:

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I've always been annoying. At least, that's what the boys in my class say. Going to a Muggle school, I'm used to being either ignored or laughed at. Like in tag. Every day, my tiny Muggle school would have recess, where all the kids run and play in the large grassy field. Although I know practically no one, I play tag. At least there, my unusual speed--and elusion--helps. I don't care what happens--even volunteer to be "it", but I'm never chosen. Still, it doesn't matter to me. Flying over the stubbly grass, I run to the farthest edge of the schoolyard, waiting for someone to "tag" me, yet never getting caught.
And then I was in fourth grade. For some reason, my classmates had chosen possibly the worst tagger ever. A huge brute of a boy, his nose was like a pig's, just like the equally piggy expression that always graced his features. Worse, he had an interesting tendency to shove anyone he tagged about five feet. And he hated me. Not being very bright, he resented my smarts and studying, even though, honestly, I haven't done anything negative to him. Ever. 
For the first time in years, I wish I hadn't played just that day. So, with a sigh, I run to one of the teachers in charge. Of course, they're talking, not even paying attention to the children as usual. 
"Can I climb up that tree?" I ask politely.
"Uh-huh, go ahead," one of the teachers answers without even looking at me. Obviously, she didn't care--probably hadn't even seen me, the tiny red-headed fourth grader. In my own defense, at least I got permission. Yes, always asking before doing even the littlest thing earned me the nicknames "Teacher's Pet" and "Goody-Two-Shoes". Another reason why nobody liked me. I make a beeline for the nearest climbable tree on the school property. Jumping up, I grab the thick branch, trying not to scrape my arms on the trunk. These are the times when I hate my small size. 
As the "tagger" turns towards me, a slow smile spreads across his brutish features. I can't help but let out a groan of frustration. Here I go...  I think to myself. 
I pelt across the ground, a mere streak among the children surrounding me. Light as a hare, I leap, grabbing a tree branch and swinging myself up into the tree. I sit against the thick trunk of the oak, hardly daring to breathe. I had just thought I had finally succeeded, when right from underneath me, a voice sounded. Leering and rough, the voice said, "Get down here, Thora!" With that, the brute jumped up with a growl. His large, fleshy hand swiped at where I... had been a moment ago. Fat fingers grasped at where my auburn hair had lay, the other hand reaching as if to push my small frame off the branch. The moment I had heard the voice, I had already jumped off the branch. Lithe body twisting like a cat, I landed, feet first on the dirt with a soft thump. I had barely sprung up to sprint away when the boy looked at me. If looks could kill, his would have burnt me on the spot. Gulping, I race away, glad I had escaped his wrath. Now, almost three years later, I realize--it had been my reflexes, quick thinking, and flexibility. So it wasn't just luck after all.

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Second Year: Prodigal Charms Learner:

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I’ve always been hardworking. Or, a “goody-two-shoes”, depending on who you ask.  Ask my teachers—they’ll praise me for all the extra studying and reading I do to earn good grades. Ask my classmates? All you’ll get is “Oh, she’s such a goody-two-shoes.” Every day, you can find me in my room, studying or finishing homework. While all the other kids I know—my sister included—are outside, playing, I would rather be solitary, quietly working away. My parents would be proud of me—my dad especially, saying that I took after him with my quiet seriousness but also with a hidden mischievous side.

So here I am, 12 years old, at Hogwarts. I’ve only been here for one year, but I’m still trying my best. Unlike at Muggle school, my academic average lies around an E, which is worse than I hoped, but still okay. As soon as I entered the Charms classroom for the first time, I knew it would be my favorite class. Being a Muggleborn, I’ve never really known that it existed, let alone known how it worked. Moreover, my favorite part of Hogwarts is actually being able to learn magic. I’m used to school and working hard, but the magical factor of Hogwarts is what always makes me excited to walk into a classroom.
Every single time I try to perform a Charm in class, I succeed—even when I don’t particularly try. I used to think it was just luck, just a one time thing, but I’ve been realizing—every time I raise my wand to cast a charm, it works. Well, at least I’ve found something I love and I’m good at here. Wizard-borns and even half-bloods are the majority here, and they seem to know so much more than me. Furthermore, social interactions are probably the one thing I am worst at. Ever. So, while other students hang out after classes, I am content just sitting in a quiet corner of the Common Room and doing homework—reading ahead once I’ve finished.
As you can probably tell by now, I love Charms. It's the class I throw myself headfirst into, the class I love most. It's the class that I try the hardest in, reading etymology and incantations over and over, even looking ahead to the spells farther ahead in the book--things I'm not supposed to look at yet. Well, of course, we're only forbidden from practicing them. But to me, it's helpful to just know what they are, just in case.

Word Count: 421

Stats:
Stamina: 6
Evasion: 8
Strength: 2
Wisdom: 9
Arcane Power: 8
Accuracy: 7

Status: Approved

Link to Encyclopedia Thread: Rowan Bane

Name of Ability or Race you are applying for: Half-Veela

Why does it fit Rowan?:

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Mother. Oh mother. 
Charming and darling as ever. Only after your death did father see how you hated his ways and his work. Only after your death, did he see how much you loved me, and not him. Only after your death, did he see how little you really cared for him anymore, and he was only a pawn to get the best life for her.
You were born under the name Eleanor, and were constantly being criticised for being a half breed. How your mother was called names for laying with a wizard too. So you hid it. Told them you were a pure blood, of course, why wouldn't you? Your family was rich, your father was a pure blood, why wouldn't your mother be? She only got belittled by her own family after all. You got your father's dark hair, against all odds too, so there would be no reason to suspect you would be of Veela decent. 
When you moved from america though, due to the whole Grindlewald mess, you changed. You weren't Elanor, from a Veela mother, you were Alexie, the exotic exchange. You chose the name, your parents approved. 
When you caught Aldrich's eye, gods, he was in love. He fell head over heel, and threw money, love, titles, trips, everything at you. Why wouldn't he? He was a spoiled man, who believed he could get everything because he was pureblood. 
You saw the luck in this, of course, a rich man loving you? You would be set with anything you wanted. And no one knowing you were Veela? Even better. You could be safe, but all eyes would be on you, wouldn't they? 
That was fine. You liked being pampered, the longer you were with him. So you got married and had a babe. His name was Rowan and he was born with snow white hair. Everything about him screamed beauty though. Only then did your hunger for those riches stop blinding you. 
Marrying a man with snow white hair? Nothing in him was Veela, but he looked as such. Her powers wouldn't have worked on him if he was Veela. She had been so, so blind, ever so blind. Did she think they wouldn't have a child? That a pureblood wouldn't ask to continue their lineage?  
She was set for safety, but her babe? Not so. Anyone within their right headspace would be able to identify him as Veela within three heartbeats of setting eyes on him. 
And with all eyes on them, where was there to hide the truth?
Father was ignorant enough to not be able to see it while you were alive. But when you died, by all technicalities, he no longer had a pureblood son. Only he knew, but he knew too much. No one else was told, so everyone just believed the son was pureblood too. But I know. 
Snow white hair and eye catching beauty, and who knows what else powers lie beneath my skin? Lingering in my blood?
Only time will tell, won't it?
I have inherited your lie, Mother, and if I wanted to keep my title, I would continue it.

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Stamina: 8
Evasion: 4
Strength: 9
Wisdom: 4
Arcane Power: 3
Accuracy: 7

Status: Approved

STATUS: Approved

Status: approved

OOC: I am planning to have this effect Lark a great deal not only as she tries to relearn who SHE is but also cause tension with her family for keeping it from her, relying on her weirdo Great Aunt Wynne to guide her. Sort of creating a more rebellious attitude as she reinvents herself with this newfound knowledge. Ashamed at first that she is so different and not truly as Pureblood as she originally had grown up to believe, struggling to understand what this means for her future. It will get her into trouble most likely as she tries to learn to control it but also make her feel whole finally. Not planning to use this to sneak into rooms or be right off the bat shifting into other people,gender, etc. Most of her appearance changes will be localized to her hair with emotions to start with.

Word Count : without OOC  - 1107

STATS

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Stm:      4
Eva:      6
Str:        3
Wis:      5
AP:        7
Acc:      5

STATUS: Approved

Link to your encyclopedia thread: Clem Larch
Ability I'm Applying for: Components

Describe why this fits your character:
It was an indubitable fact of nature that Clem got lost, where ever he went. This wasn't from a lack of direction or maps. He often knew exactly where he wanted to go, who he wanted to meet, how to get there. No, the problem lay in the fact that there were just so many thing to see in the world. 
If told to go straight down a street for two blocks, the boy would inevitably end up in a side alley, admiring the dandelions that had managed to push their way through the cracks. On beaches, his parents would loose track of him and he followed his nose through tidal pools, marveling at the shells in them. He was a fan of roadside garbage, those cardboard boxes filled with old bags and bottles no one wanted anymore. The problem was, Clem simply thought everything was marvelous. 
And this meant that on these wanderings, he tended to just pick things up. His pockets were filled with springs of grass, old fortune cookie messages, sea glass, and samplings of flowers he found pretty. There was no rhyme or reason to it all, not really. It was a simply a matter of interest. His dresser at home was littered with oddments that he had found, he constantly had to clean out the bottom of his backpack and he frequently found things in pockets of old jackets that he had no recollection of collecting.
His parents treated the whole thing with exasperation at times - they believed in order and cleanliness, while Clem was drawn towards clutter, towards stashing important things in odd places. It made leaving the house a disaster more often than not. Still, as he grew older, Clem began to develop an eye of distinction for these things - he knew which plants were which; he began to keep mental notes: you could eat these herbs, these flowers would make your hands and pockets reek (stay away!), sea glass could be made into ornaments, put change into the back pocket and so on. 
His life was simply a matter of uncovering the new, finding wonder in the mundane, and these objects were vital to that experience. And on entering Hogwarts he was faced with a sudden absolute onslaught of the new and wonderful. There were new plants to learn, new mental lists to make. There were nooks and crannies that might not have been explored in hundreds of years, an entire grounds to explore. His new dresser was bare, and he couldn't wait to fill it with bric-a-brac and plants that had been unwanted and forgotten by time and others. 

Word Count: 438 words

Stats: 
Stamina - 6 || Evasion - 6 || Strength - 4 || Wisdom - 7 || Arcane Power - 7 || Accuracy - 5

STATUS: Approved

Link to your encyclopedia thread:https://www.hogwarts.io/viewtopic.php?f ... 470#p76470
Ability/Race I’m Applying for: Seer

Explain why this fits your character:
Lily descends from a long line of pure blood witches and wizards, her being gifted the seer ability in the family had come very unexpectedly. When her father had found out about this new ability Lily had been gifted he began to research the Gray Family Tree. Lily’s father had found a woman by the name of Alice Worly who happened to be one of her great great grandmothers, and happened to be a seer like Lily. Sadly the woman had been involved with the Witch execution in Salem. Lily soon began to study the past seers that had lived within the magic world. She began to recognize things she didn’t recognize  before, like the choices the people around her made and what path these decisions led to. Throughout the years Lily has tried on multiple accounts to help guide her friends on the right paths but she soon realized that no matter what, everyone had to make a wrong choice.

Of course there were even times when Lily had wished she could have seen things coming, but because she wasn’t as advanced as she had wished she was incapable of such things. The seer ability was strictly kept a secret within the Gray family, Mr.Gray felt that if anyone knew that their daughter had such an ability, the Grays would no longer have their beloved pure blood line.

The first time lily came across her strange ability was when she was seven years old, Lily was in the forest with her friend Pearl picking flower and Sharing small stories. Then from the corner of her eye Lily saw Pearl reaching into a rose bush  and right under she saw a small roll of purple, then all of a sudden the purple had jumped up and bitten right into Pearls left hand. At first it had frightened Lily to see her dearest friend in distress but as she looked closer to the seen she saw that it had only been an allusion. What had happened still upset Lily even if it wasn’t real, as soon as she returned home she went straight to her father to confide in him  about the incident. Sometimes Lily would have such bad visions that she would even go as far as locking herself within her own room for days.

While it might have been the first it was definitely not the last time it would happen. She many not be able to  change fate, but Lily can prepare for what is to come. And for that reason she try’s to be strong and to become an example. Lily is exited  to learn more of her ability, and to find new friends and allies. Perhaps through this adventure she learn how to control her magic better, and Lily will also try to gain more control over her skill. She can only hope for the best.

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

STATUS: Approved Stats were changed via owl

Link to your encyclopedia thread: Erik Tharaldson
Name of Ability or Race that you Are Applying for: Werewolf
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):

In Norway, Oslofjord you had two families fighting one another without mercy. These families, the Jordahl and Tharaldson family, have a long-standing feud that has been going on for centuries. They openly fought and provoked one another. This feud not only left its mark on the town inhabitants, but effected the only remaining Tharaldson heir as well. As the only living heir to inherit the family name, riches and status this resulted in his parents being overprotective. The boy, however didn't like this at all. In an act of rebellion his personality grew out to be that of a mischievous, charming, silver-tongued person who has a knack to get himself into trouble. His parents had tried to take every possible measurement to ensure his safety. They had assigned him a bodyguard, house arrests, curfews and much more, but each time Erik seems to slip away from the persons assigned to protect him or to escape his confinements. After all, he had made it his life's mission to antagonise his guardians and as a bonus his parents. What Erik loved to do was leaving his grand estate behind and go to the nearby lake. There he could go and dream that he was somewhere else. During one of his escapades he found himself not to be alone at the local lake. He had been there for the past hour with a stick in his hands, imagining it to be a wand and playing he was disarming some Jordahl henchmen who had crossed paths with him. When he turned around to take out his last opponent someone collided with him that burst out of the nearby bushes.

SMACK! Completely caught off guard Erik fell deep in the snow. Who the hell was that? Then he saw her. A girl! What's she doing here? With an inquisitive look on his face, he asked her who she was and why she had tackled him to the ground. The girl told him she was Astrid one of the villagers of Oslofjord. She had stolen some bread and an apple. As to back up her statement they heard some angry cries. Before he could ask her anything else Astrid took him by the hand and started running with Erik in tow. As the quick witted boy he is, he told her to climb one of the nearby trees. After all, people always forget to look up when they are looking for someone. When the chasers moved on they had stayed for a couple of moments until they hadn't heard anything for a while. Astrid and Erik had started talking in the meantime, whilst sharing the bread and apple with one another. It seemed they were kindred spirits. Both had a natural talent to get in trouble and to get out of it unscathed. This had been the start of their friendship. An unlikely one at that.

Week after week they had their secret meetings at the lake. It was out of the question Erik would be able to invite her to his estate. His parents would never allow him to befriend a commoner. Let alone invite her to introduce Astrid to his parents, so they had agreed to meet each other where they had first met at least once a week. But this night would be different. When he had tricked his bodyguard to get him something to eat Erik had run to his room and opened the window. From his terras he had jumped to the downspout and from there he had made his way to the lake. However, there was no Astrid waiting on him this time. The only thing that had seemed out of place was a letter that had been nailed to their favorite tree.

"We've got your "friend", Tharaldson. If you want to see her again come to the hermit's home deep in the woods. You'll see a clearing with a willow tree at its stem, there's a small pond. You've got two hours. If we see anyone else you won't see your precious Astrid again."

Erik had to swallow when he read the letter. Oh, Astrid. What did you do this time? How am I supposed to get you out of here at all? His first instinct was to run back home and tell his parents about the danger Astrid was in. However, there were two things stopping him. The first thing was that he would be watched on arrival at the hermit's house, if he wasn't being watched already. The second thing was that he knew his parents wouldn't help him at all. They wouldn't risk their men's lives just for a common girl after all. No, he had decided that he had to do this on his own. So, without further ado, he set off towards the forest.

After an hour and a half and many scratches on his arms and face, he had finally found the hermit's house with the willow tree and the small pond. He hurried and went through the door. You could barely call it a house. The door was hanging half from its hinges, the floorboards were creaking with each step, windows were somewhat barred with wooden planks and dust littered the whole house. After a while he found some stairs that lead downstairs to the cellar. He entered the cellar as silently as possible. Everything was dark except for one flickering light deeper in the dungeon. When his eyes had adapted to the dark, he could finally make out his surroundings. He opened a door in the midst of some prison bars. Erik saw that the flickering light came from a single candle flickering on top of a small wooden and battered table. Accompanied at that table was a three legged chair. On one side of the wall there was an old and battered bookcase with molded, dusty books decorating its shelves. Bones and meat were littered all across the floor. Half of the room was occupied by a half eaten cow and at last he saw a long, cold and darkened tunnel in the shadows.

Where are you Astrid? We need to get out of here! Erik thought to himself. ASTRID!, he yelled at the tunnel, I'm here. I got the letter. Let's get out of here! Silence... And then WHAM! With that the door slammed shut behind him and he heard a key turn. When the Tharaldson boy turned around, he finally saw his friend, but she was not alone. A tall and broad figure with a thick beard was standing next to her. A meaty hand was on her shoulder. Let her go! She's innocent. What do you want from us? Astrid and the older person looked at one another and burst out in laughter. She explained to him, they were both in league with one another. The tall figure was her father, Absalon Jordahl, and she was no one less than Astrid Jordahl. She went on how she had watched him, planned her approach and every action she had taken from the moment they met until now. To get Erik here.

Furious with himself and that Astrid had fooled him, he grabbed the prison bars, but his hands burned. Absalon told him it was no use. They had magically warded the prison bar so nothing could get in or out. Especially out. Erik yelled: I'll get my revenge on you both! Just you wait until my parents hear about this! Without anyone noticing. The small gem in Erik's heirloom ring, that his parents had given him, lit up. Another cacophony of laughter answered Erik's threats. With that, they left. Then from behind him, he heard it. A low, hungry and threatening growl. When the Tharaldson boy turned around, he saw a werewolf slowly crawling out of the tunnel. It had been laying dormant, probably after feasting on the cow, but now it was wide awake and most of all hostile. Before he knew it the werewolf pounced on him. Quickly he dropped to the floor and slid underneath the werewolf away from the danger. Oh, my... Erik you're such a fool. Now there's a werewolf between you and the door! He looked again at his surroundings and slowly backed up to the bookcase on the far end of the wall. When the werewolf lunged at him for another attack the Tharaldson boy yanked with all his strength at the bookcase and it came crashing down on top of the werewolf. That was his moment to go and look for cover, but then he heard steps. He turned around with his back towards the bookcase. Could it be possible help? Then suddenly when he was about to yell for help a flash of sudden pain came from his back and made him shriek out in pain instead. When he fell to the ground, he saw two wizards running down the stairs towards him. The smaller wizard was clearly a woman. She dispelled the enchantment on the prison bars and the taller male wizard blew the door from its hinches.

What happened next is all a bit of a blur to Erik. He got picked up by the man whilst the woman quickly disposed the werewolf in a matter of minutes. It was his father who was carrying him. After that he woke up in the Tharaldson estate with both of his parents beside him. His mother burst out in tears of joy that her son was okay. His father, however demanded to know what had happened. So, Erik told him everything. Erik's father, Loddvar Tharaldson, was a proud man. Family meant everything to him. An insult to his family meant an insult to him and that he couldn't stand. Not only that. The Jordahls were behind this direct attack on his family. Loddvar was fuming with rage. Before Erik knew it his father stormed out of the room and told his guards to follow him. His mother, Magda Tharaldson, a cold hearted woman to outsiders, but a ray of sunshine and a real sweetheart to her family, knew better than to stop him. The Tharaldson boy asked his mother how they had found him. Magda told him that the ring they had given him had a locater spell on it. Every time he would get hurt, his parents would know his exact location. Suddenly the extreme measurements that he had written off as overprotective weren't anymore. When Erik looked through the window of his room, he saw his father and his guards started kicking in doors and dragged people out on the street. His mother explained that these were no innocent people. No, they were either Jordahls or known supporters of that house. They would answer for what they had done to him and suddenly a flash of green light surged from their wands and the Jordahls and their supporters fell lifeless to the ground.

After a few moments his father returned to Erik's room. His parents told him he would have three long, deep and nasty looking scars that ran from his shoulder diagonally to his hip. Because of this he would be forever changed. Life wouldn't be so easy anymore for young Erik. Loddvar told him that they had to keep his "affliction" a secret. No one but his family, the Tharaldsons, would know. This affliction is called Lycanthropy. Young Erik was now a werewolf. His parents wanted to keep him as normal as possible. No matter the cost. So with that Luddvar went out in search for someone with Lycantrophy who could function as his teacher and mentor all whilst Magda helped Erik recover from his wounds.

After a few days of searching Luddvar had found a person who was willing and able to teach his son every aspect of Lycanthropy. A woman at the beginning of her 30s. She had a slender build, a stern face and her curled hair fell down to her shoulders. Her hair seemed to be tangled together and its color was slightly fading. Erik's parents told him this would be his new teacher, Miss Browne. She would learn him everything he had to know about being a werewolf, how to hide it, how to control it (as much as possible) and how to deal with this sudden change.

Months had passed since the werewolf incident and Erik and Miss Browne had grown close. She had learned him how to hunt, how to calm himself from sudden flashes of anger, how to use his enhanced senses and what to do during a full moon to protect not only himself, but others as well. After these months he had a firm basis of some control. However, there was still much to be learned. Miss Browne had told him about a school back in England, where werewolves would be accepted, but his parents wouldn't let him go. He would make his family proud and go to Durmstrang Institute.

A week later two cousins and a niece of Eriks had been killed whilst attending Durmstrang Institute as a retaliation from the Jordahls. The Tharaldson family couldn't risk letting their only remaining heir to their fortunes and name to attend their ancestral school. They took up Miss Brownes earlier offer and so Erik would go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Magda Tharaldson had sorted everything with the teachers there. She had notified them of the young Tharaldson's "affliction" and they had agreed to keep the secret hidden from the other students.

Word Count: 2248

Please list out your stats using the 6-point stat system:
Stamina: 6
Evasion: 6
Strength: 8
Wisdom: 6
Arcane Power: 4
Accuracy: 5

STATUS: Approved

Link to your encyclopedia thread: Edric Banes
Name of Ability or Race that you Are Applying for: Evasive Maneuvers
Describe why this fits your character:

Growing up with two older brothers and a herd of hippogriffs had taught Edric how to get out of the way of approaching danger early on – the brothers more so than the hippogriffs. With Adair being four and a half and Harry being three years older than him, he’d always been the baby of the family. Being rather small for his age and hating any sort of confrontation hadn’t helped either.

Edric was a wimp, and his brothers had done their best to try and toughen him up. Race to the end of the road, who can climb this hill the fastest, let’s jump over this fence, last one to be on the other side has to help with the dishes later. Those had been some of the favorite games of his brothers when he’d been a young boy. Of course Edric had lost every time. He’d stopped halfway down the path, out of breath, had tumbled down the hill and fallen over the fence – until he’d gotten better. He was a small, nimble bchild. He’d learnt eventually, or at least gotten good enough at keeping up that it hadn’t been an easy enough win for his brothers to be worth it.

That had been when Adair started Hogwarts. Then Harry had started a year later, and their games changed. Apparently boys needed to be able to brawl, or at least Gryffindor boys did. Harry, always the tallest of his age group, had been almost an even match for Adair. Edric not so much.

He didn’t mind dirt, rolling around in the grass, helping in the stables, cleaning the herd’s heath, but getting his face pressed in the mud by Harry was the kind of obvious humiliation that even the ever-yielding Edric didn’t handle well.

His brothers were bigger and stronger, they would always be – or at least he thought so. Knowing this, Edric hadn’t tried fighting back, but he’d gotten really good at avoiding the kind of manhandling that ultimately resulted in that scenario. Harry tried to grab him? Edric ducked and ran for life. Adair wanted to grapple with him? Edric wriggled out of his hold and sidestepped his big brother.

After time it had become second nature to him. Adair and Hary had lost interest again, only sometimes coming up to him to hit him on the shoulder hard, or bump into him with enough force that the smallest Banes staggered a step back. They still thought him a wimp who needed protection, the baby of the family, but at least now they left him alone most of the time.

Word count: 433

Stats:
Stamina: 8
Evasion: 10
Strength: 3
Wisdom: 11
Arcane Power: 5
Accuracy: 8

Status: APPROVED

Link to Encyclopedia: Howard White

Race being applied for: Dhampir

Description:

It was springtime during his second year when Howard White experienced his first death. The Blossom Fest was in full swing, in fact, it was the night of the Blossom Ball. Howard made his way out of the castle, following the steady stream of nicely dressed students that made thier way to the dance. The reflection of the moon off the lakes water caught his eye. He quickly weighed his options, a night of torture at the dance or sweet solitude down by the water. The choice was easy for the young Hufflepuff. 

Howard darted off into the shadows. It wouldn’t take him long to make his way. Soon enough he found himself along the waters edge alone, just as he intended. A disturbance from the nearby forest caught his attention. Spooked, he turned, wand in hand as a mysterious silver haired woman came crashing out of the tree line. He reacted in an instant, casting Flipendo at the intruder. A short scuffle ensued, however Howard was mistaken that this woman had come his way to cause him harm. She was in fact fleeing something much worse. 

If the sudden appearance of a mysterious woman had spooked him, it was nothing compared to what would come next. It sounded as if a rhinoceros was blasting its way through the trees. Wood snapped and roots protested as the foliage was torn from the soil. Howard turned this way and that, desperately searching for a sign of the beast. What he would see could only be described as his eyes playing tricks on him. What appeared as a shadow tore across the ground, some dark energy that gave chase to the woman. With a shout, she fled the scene, the shadow monster short on her heels. Howard could have run or called for help, but his dark curiosity got the best of him and he pursued. 

It was not hard for him to follow. He simply had to follow the path of destruction. Soon enough he would come to a clearing, just in time to see the monster strike out against the woman. The injury was devastating, but she did manage to expel the beast. Howard approached cautiously, the woman appeared to be mortally injured. He easily disarmed her and confronted her about her intentions at the school. After a short interrogation, she revealed to him that she was a vampire and had been tracking a child of hers that was at the school for his own devious reasons.

This is where Howard made his fatal mistake. It happened in an instant. His attention slipped away from her for just a moment and that is when she struck. Before he could even comprehend what had happened, the vampire had sunk her teeth into him, draining him to replenish herself. This is when Howard died, however in that same moment, he was offered a chance to live again. Not as he had before, but as a creation of his attackers making, as a Dhampir. 

The change happened quickly. As she drained him, his skin would lose the vibrant color it once had, leaving it pale with a slightly grayish hue. His once crystal blue eyes would turn red. The change would not just effect his appearance. As he changed, his body grew stronger as the fibers of his muscles grew. His canines fell from his mouth as fangs began to grow in thier place. The nails of his fingers grew and hardened. The biggest change of all however would be his magical potency. Once a capable caster, Howard would now find that magic did not come as naturally as it once had. This didn’t to say he lost his gift, but his connection to it would dull. A shadow of what it once was. 

The coming months would be a great challenge for Howard. Will he be able to maintain his humanity, or will he succumb to the desires of his new nature. Only time will tell.

WC: 665

The fully detailed story can be read Here if anyone is interested.

Stats

Stamina- 10
Evasion- 6
Strength- 12
Wisdom- 0 
Arcane Power- 0
Accuracy- 12