Battle of the Seasons Summer Camp 2024 PV to Sign-ups

⇱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⊰⌍ 𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝙺𝚘𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝟼𝚝𝚑 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚔𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚃𝙿 𝙻𝙲 ⌎⊱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⇲⊰⌏

ꜱᴀʀᴀ ɪꜱ ᴀ 6'0 ꜰᴛ & 180ᴄᴍ ɢᴜʏ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙᴜʀʟʏ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ᴊᴇᴛ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴀɪʀ, ꜱʜᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴘɪᴄ. ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴᴇꜱᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢ ɢᴀᴢᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴇʏᴇꜱ. ʜᴇ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴀɴɴᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴏʀ ꜱʜʏ. ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪʙᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴅᴇʟɪɴQᴜᴇɴᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇʀʀɪʙʟᴇ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ɢʀᴇʏ ʟᴏɴɢ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴠᴇᴅ ꜱʜɪʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ᴘᴀɴᴛꜱ.

ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇɪᴠᴇꜱ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ

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|| Terrible Presence || Lovely Creature || Fearless || Evasive Maneuvers I || Rebound | || Evasive Maneuvers II

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Stamina: 5 || Evasion: 17 || Strength: 15 || Wisdom: 3 || Arcane Power: 10 || Accuracy: 15

Japanese & English

Action: Doing as startegised in owl

Sara was just a tiny bit late. It didn’t help that he literally almost forgot about this event until the last hour. His morning was hectic enough as it is, with his plan to leave the tent without telling his boyfriend just crashed in shambles. But it was time well spent. For the first time in a while- Sara wasn’t so anxious coming to an event late. If anything, he felt lighter. Perhaps even lighter than he would’ve been if he actually managed to evade Yami. It was stressful and sweet, and … its making his cheeks burn just thinking about it again. Sara shaked his head as he entered the event area.

He was wearing a simple long sleeved white shirt and pants that should make it easy for him to move. Nothing much that stands out, but he did feel hyper aware if anyone was lingering their gazes at him. Thankfully for him, he managed to find the one person on his team that he could feel comfortable with. Eager to have a friend by his side, he trudged through the sand and reached to where Emmalee was, lightly tapping on her shoulder as he reached her. “ Ohaiyo Gozaimasu “, Sara said in Japanese, knowing regardless, she would still be able to understand. “Gomenasai. Sorry. I’m a bit late” he said with a fraction of a smile but not quite. Still, any close friend of his could know he was indeed happy at the moment. “ Um.. before I forget..Emmalee. Could I ask you something really quick? I just want to know..what does ah..’prude’ mean?” He hesitated in asking, but he felt it was better to ask now than never. It must have sounded so completely random coming from Sara, but he hasn't really forgotten about it since Ginyami told him and..somehow refused to tell him.

However he was awfully aware she had another friend with her. Freezing up slightly in shyness, but he managed a small wave and a light bow. “Hello..I’m..Sara.” He said politely despite the gruff tone and his intimidating stature, he hoped he wouldn't cause any unease in Emmalee’s friend.

Looking across the other team, he actually spotted another friend. If Hiro noticed him, Sara would give a small wave. How curious that the beaters of the Mahoutokoro Quidditch Team would be facing each other like this. It was still good to see a familiar face. He half wished they were on the same team, but alas. The game was about to start and they couldn’t exactly chat too freely. Sara looked at the water balloons in the bucket and find himself tensing a bit. He came here because Emmalee suggested it, and honestly… part of him wanted to try something new and see if he could do it without the usual pressure of his nervousness stopping him from having fun. This is just..a more harmless quidditch match. The water balloons are bludgers, and he simply has to evade.

No biggie, thought Sara whos heart is thumping way too fast for it to be a casual game. Oh god, he felt like he was going to be a bit sick. But he took a deep breath and tried to keep his eyes and ears open. Fun. This is what he’s here for. Fun, and friends.

@EmmaLee LeDames, @Ginyami Midorimori@Jack Burnett & @Hiro Bakugo@Kim Sato

July 24th 2024

Dialogue
English: #e22400
Spanish: #fdc700

Stats: Sta 6 Eva 7 Str 4 Wis 8 Arc 6 Acc 9

Okay, another game. Another game that needed strength, speed and athleticism. Oh, and also another game where we get to throw stuff and people. Except this time we're on the ground and not speeding at 100 kilometres an hour in the air. Sadly, spells aren't allowed but we get to throw snowballs and water balloons. I hope I'm on team summer. I don't really have any clothes appropriate for winter. I then saw my name on 'Team Winter' on the sign up sheet.

Ah, shit. What am my gonna wear? The only long-sleaved shirt I had was a thin jacket I wore for spring. I'm definitely gonna freeze but its still better than T-shirts and shorts. I arrived at the arena and a wave of warm air rushed at me from the Summer half. It looked awesome with the soft sand and rolling waves. The Winter side had the same winter theme as the rest of the camp. I took one last look at the summer side of the arena and went over to Team Winter. What surprised me was that it was warm. Surprisingly warm. I feel soo stupid. The rest of camp was in winter and it was charmed to be normal temperature. Why the hell would a arena not be charmed as well? I'll be chucking throwballs at Team Summer. They're going down.

WC: 226/200 Tags: Open to Interaction

Part of AJ was glad that he wasn't on Team Summer here. Imagine how quickly his pale skin would cook to an unseemly red in that perceived heat...he assumed that's how it worked at least. Although frankly the whole situation seemed a tad weighted against Team Winter. You throw a snowball at someone baking under the sun its a surprising yet soothing cooldown. You throw a water balloon at someone freezing in the cold and you just make them more freezing. Still, life is what it is.

It made him feel a bit like a Duelling Captain again, though obviously this was on a much bigger scale and with (hopefully) less spells being flung about. He almost convinced himself to give some kind of rallying speech but he worried he might come off a bit "Braveheart." Regardless, he was looking forward to it, hopefully he didn't catch as many friendly snowballs as he used to catch friendly Flipendos back in the day.

He took a moment to scan the enemy team, to see if there were any faces he recognised but he saw none that he knew particularly well. The same could be said for his own team, vague recognition but nobody he was close with. Not that it posed an issue, he was still content to have some fun in sun...or snow rather.

Action: As Strategised

Ency Link:
Stats: STA: 7 | EVA: 10 | STR: 5 | WIS: 15 | ARC: 10 | ACC: 15
Abilities: Fearless | Prodigal DADA | The Muggle Condition | Wandmaker | Animagus

Well, Eugenia really liked playing nice games in her free time. When she got notice that there was going to be this event called “Battle of the Seasons” she was super excited and signed up immediately. There were 2 teams. Summer and winter. Eugenia crossed her fingers, that day on the 24th of July. So, when she saw that her name was on the list of the “Summer Team”, she was overjoyed. Finally, a taste of real summer.

She took off her coat and gloves as she entered the arena, on the side of Summer. It was warm and the floor was sand, something she truly enjoyed. There were sand mounds, and little adorable crabs. Eugenia smiled. At the entrance, she was offered sunglasses and a sun hat. A loyal Greek, she was, refusing to take any hat whatsoever. She never did that back in Greece. Why would she do it here? The Hufflepuff refused to take glasses either, but for a different reason. She didn’t want to sacrifice her sight (she was myopic and already whore glasses) for protection from the sun. It was simple, just don’t look up.

Inside the summer side, there were great, big buckets with many water balloons. So that was what they were going to hit the Winter kids with. She prepared herself, scanning the area for potential targets. It was time to fight. May the best season win.

Action: As strategised

Stats: Sta:8 Eva:7 Str:1 Wis:10 ArcPower:6 Acc:8
Abilities: Perfectionist, Evasive Manoeuvres

Ayumi breathes hard as she enters the arena on the frozen side. The winter side of the arena is full of snow-covered rocks and bushes which were supposed to be sprouting a comfortable green becoming a harsh white. She covers her eyes as the sunlight rebounces the white terrain into her eyes.

This won't do if she wants to win, and Ayumi always wants to win.

So she sighs, squinting to see if the game has begun. Her teammates do not seem that stressed about it, but they have begun to find their spots for the first round of the game, so perhaps it is beginning soon. Ayumi bites her lips as she recounts to herself the rules mentally.

The rules of the game are simple, really: don't get hit by the opposing team's weapons (water balloons, as it seems, since some people from the other side are getting ready with those items), don't hit the facilitators and no use of magic is allowed. Ayumi wonders for a moment if the those poor facilitators were actually targeted before, but soon reminds herself to stay focused. While it will be a disappointment to not use her magic, it does play in her advantage, given the fact that those from higher-years are allowed to join, too, and they might certainly have more experience in magical duelling than she.

Whatever, all of these doesn't matter, as long as she is never hit by one of those water balloons.

245/200

Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 1 | Wisdom: 8 | Arcane Power: 7 | Accuracy: 8
Prodigal DADA

24/07/24 | English | Arabic | Spanish |

The Battle of the Seasons was one of the many events Reuben had signed up for. Apparentky there would be a Team Summer and Team Winter... and they literally corresponded to their given names, which only made this more interesting. This years Camp had definitely proven to be a lot more fun than last year. It might be because this year he was officially dating Lorelai, but the events in general were pretty interesting too.

Reuben soon discovered that he had been put in Team Winter. It was really chilly, but he had started to enjoy the weather change. If only some of this snow came to Africa... Reuben looked around at his team to see if he knew anyone. He noticed Alejandro, someone he knew due to extended family relationships and had met once at some event.

Reuben quickly went over to him. "Yoo! It's been a while since I last saw you." He was excited to have finally met Alejandro again, and he hoped that they would become better friends over time.

Reuben then looked over at the opposing team and noticed Lorelai. Well, it was a shame she was in the opposing team. He wished he could be closer to her, but he had spent most of the camp with her, so there was no harm in being on the other side of the battleground and talking to Alejandro for a bit.

Mentioning: Lorelai [@Violeta Roux]

Open, @Alejandro Garcia :Interacting With

STA : 6 | EVA : 10 | WIS : 8 | ACC : 10 | ARC : 2 | STR : 4 |
Calming Presence | Evasive Maneuvers

Reducio

OOC: Calming presence in effect

Roleplaying as approved iNPC Irina Liliya Zvereva

Iriliya always used her opportunities to do something new. Well, not always. Coming to Summer Camp, the Russian girl was delighted at the sight of Winter. Alas, it was her favourite season, and the environment around her was closer to what she would experience in Russia and Koldovstoretz. So going in to this game (a decision which she highly regretted in the few days after she chose to join), she had high hopes she would end up on side Winter.

On game day, she walked up to the sheet announcing the teams. Damn, who made them? Well, Irina now had to come to the realisation that she had been put in team Summer, to her disappointment. Well, at least she was going to have some fun with water balloons and snowballs. Walking onto the arena, she gladly accepted the hat, glasses and sunscreen she was given. The Sun would damage her skin. She chose one corner and sat there, hoping someone else from her school would come. But no one seemed to. They weren’t taking risks.

She eyed the other team, muttering how lucky they were. She was already very hot. She then peered at the water balloons and all the other players. They were slowly gathering. Well, this was going to be one game. No regrets were left. She was going to make the lucky ones, the ones who ended up on the Winter side, pay. Well, not exactly. She was going to make it like a duel. Throw the ball like casting a spell. Well, this would be interesting.

Action: As strategised

Roleplaying as iNPC Quentin Gagné of Beauxbatons
English | Français

Quentin's mind had only been on quidditch this summer camp. He was turning out to be a pretty talented beater. But it wasn't healthy to be all work and no play—so he found himself on a very strange playing field. It was definitely supposed to be a take on dodgeball, but he saw that his side was armed with snowballs, while the other team was basking in a sandy summer oasis. Well, no matter the atmosphere, this was going to be a great way to blow off some steam. Quentin always thought the wizarding world was missing physical sports. Sure, quidditch and racing needed agility and sometimes it helped to move a little in a duel, but wizards and witches didn't seem to be trying to hit any peak of athleticism. So finally, it seemed someone had created a summer activity with him in mind.

Quentin was dressed in sweatpants and a tank top—and a sweatband around his head to match. It was a little chilly on this side, but he could feel the oppressive summer heat trying to burst through the magic. And as soon as the projectiles started flying, he knew he would get sweaty. He quickly warmed up with some obnoxious squats and lunges.

[calming presence active on team winter!]
Action: owled

Team Summer

Winter as a summer camp theme initially had him dubious, but it had turned out that the organizers had been quite clever in their offerings. Nothing was likely to ever top the Pirate summer camp in his estimation, but this was right up there. He had looked forward to warmer weather as Mount Greylock was, much like Scotland, rather damp and cool late into the year. Spring felt late to arrive in Massachusetts from his California perspective, so he could not lie and say that this particular theme had jazzed him at all that much when he first arrived.

But how could one argue against the fun to be had here? Today he was thrilled at the prospect that he would get to launch water balloons at fellow participants. He felt like he lucked out because he ended up on Team Summer. He arrived and promptly kicked off his boots, tossed his pine green cableknit sweater to the side, and peeled off his jeans to reveal his shorts. Availing himself of the copious amounts of sunscreen and slathering it all over the places he could reach (maybe he'd ask EmmaLee to get the middle of his back), he happily felt warm, stiff, gritty sand between his toes as he made his way to the water balloon station.

The curly haired Wreck-it Ralph girl was busily packing sand into balloons. Bad karma that. He hoped the other side, tossing snowballs at them, didn't pack them into bone crunching ice comets, but there were generally bad faith actors to be found everywhere. He turned his attention to filling as many water balloons as he could with water so that his team would have a ready made supply. He noticed a couple of large, galvanized containers and started placing the filled balloons in those, leaving containers at different battle stations behind their sand dune defenses.

He was already a little dewy with perspiration and loving every second of it. Looking up, he caught EmmaLee's attention. "Hey, would you mind rubbing some sunscreen onto the middle of my back? It's the only place I was unable to reach?" and he smiled at her hopefully.

"Have you seen Miles? Wouldn't it be a kick if he were actually on the other other side?" he teased, fully expecting Miles to show up any moment, ready to launch war upon Team Winter.

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♢ Date | 24 July, 2024 ♢
♢ Interacting With | None ♢
♢ Hex Code | #C08838 ♢

Rett really did like boys and treated summer camp as a vast dating site from schools abroad. It was how he got Rafa’s attention initially, playing Capture the Flag that he was running. Granted, as he gazed around the field- the options were slim picking and he realized that he had made a vast mistake. There were no potential candidates- well… maybe there were. But it didn’t seem like this would be the place to really impress and gain the favor of random people he didn’t know the names of.

He decided that maybe he didn’t want to do this, so he approached the tiny little lifeguard that looked like a baby fresh out of… lifeguard school? @Rebecca Lark Does that exist? “Listen darlin’, I think I’ve made a mistake. Would it be that big of a deal if I left?” His sweet southern drawl had no effect on her because the tiny baby lifeguard simply blew a whistle in this face and pointed back to the cold wintery tundra that he was forced to be a participant in.

Ugh, he could’ve at least been chosen for summer which was really his natural element as a boy from Georgia. For a moment his heart yearned for the warm sunshine summers spent on horseback and under sweet peach trees writing his latest novel. And instead… he chose to come back to goddamn Hogwarts. What a shame.

Well, at least he could beat up people via snowballs about it.

Action || Wouldn't You Like to Know Owled

Abilities
Charmer, Perfectionist I + II, Evasive Maneuvers I
Paragon of Health - +10% HP to Cyrus and Miles
Stats
♢ Stamina 12 ♢ Evasion 10 ♢ Strength 6 ♢ Wisdom 12 ♢ ArcPower 13 ♢ Accuracy 13 ♢