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⇱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⊰⌍ 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

“U-um…” Sara found it difficult to answer Emmalee when she asked if anyone called him that. “ N-no ..not really..no..” he said sincerely but he himself was confused if Yami ever called him that. In his memories, Yami never directly told him he was a prude. He simply asked if he knew what a prude was. And …refused to explain further. “I was just…curious”

However when she explained what exactly prude meant, she could notice the tint of red that begun to invade his ears. “Prude is..bad..?” he mumbled, blinking as if he was having trouble with that. “O-oh..you explain..well. Thank you Emmalee..” Was Yami trying to tell him something? Usually the other boy was a little more clearer if he wanted Sara to do anything.

It was a little difficult to focus on the conversation while Emmalee introduced him to her friend. “Aure..le Aurelie..-” he struggled a little with the pronunciation and it killed him inside. His face however showed an annoyed look that could be misinterpreted. “ S-sorry..Nice to meet you” he said softly, making a mental note to practise saying her name.


He felt his cheeks flush a little remembering how close Yami was to him. And how Sara kept trying to lean away, uneasy by such close proximity. Was that was he was? A prude? Did Yami want him to be less of prude? Should he…try to hold Yami more..? He had already rejected his attempt to kiss Sara once. Perhaps a kiss was asking for way too much. Maybe hold his hand..? His skin was perhaps a little too much, still. Maybe his hair? Yami looked like he took care of himself so well, Sara was often afraid to ruin it. But perhaps hair was..okay? Just like when he accidentally brushed against it this morning. At the memory, his stomach did somersaults. But before he could think about it more, he felt the shiver of a cold snowbal hardly grazing his cheek as his instincts moved away. His sharp dark eyes caught sight of a slightly taller boy.

oH- oh right. Game. The game started. Game without Yami. Right. Time to…focus on anything but Yami.

Right..when someone targeted him and failed. At quidditch it was a little tense when it happened, primarily on his opponents side. But this was…vastly different from being on the quidditch pitch. He was still unsure what to make of it so he decided to do things he couldn’t do at the quidditch pitch. He waved briefly (almost awkwardly robotic) at the person who didn’t manage to hit him. @Allister-Jameson MacAllister

Well…that was that anyway. Sara was too embarrassed if the other boy found it weird that he simply threw a water balloon at a random opponent. Which ended up being…hiro. Oh no. Even when it was a small victory for his team, Sara didn’t particularly look like he was feeling victorious. The tension in his grimace evident as the snowball perfectly. “ S-sorry” he mumbled out a little louder though unsure if Hiro could hear him.

Lord, what has he done? He didn’t want to target him in the first place! He glanced around his side of the area, letting out a sigh of relief seeing Emmalee and Aurelie was still there and okay. Friends. Okay, he’ll be find then. Though he supposed it was a little too early to call Aurelie as a friend, but she seemed friendly. And any friend of Emmalee is trustworthy.

He watched as Aurelie managed to hit someone, and he glanced briefly back at her once they were within distance again. “...nice hit” he said, his voice gruff, but there was sincerity in the way he was impressed. He knew more than most how difficult it is to hit anyone, especially if they move.@Aurélie Nathalie Duval @Ophelia Northwell

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

As the game began Ariam quickly picked up a snowball and ducked behind a snow dune, hoping to shield themselves from any water balloons that came their way. They found Acacia there too, looking surprisingly angry, probably because she really didn't like winter but was stuck on this team anyway. It seems this camp is just filled with winter related tragedy for her.

After the opposite team threw over some balloons at them Ariam finally decided to throw their snowball at a random girl on the other side but she dodged it. Ariam kept watching the game and saw that Acacia's throw also missed the target, team Winter is still doing well though. That girl Ariam couldn't hit with their own snowball got out soon after by a snowball thrown by one of the older students. That blond haired boy caught a balloon thrown by someone else and redirected it to that girl Ariam missed. A point for team winter! We seem to be doing pretty well

Ariam also saw Lemmy again, it seems he doesn't have much luck so far, Ariam watched as he directed his water balloon at his team mate but missed. Well hopefully he will have better luck soon, wait, no he's on the other team, so bad luck for him is good for us. Anyways time to figure out what I should do.

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Aston quickly moved on and forgot about the tiny snowman as the game started, water balloons and snow balls were flying everywhere. It did remind him of the mini snow ball fights he had with his parents sometimes at home back in America, oh that was fun but this was far better. So many people it's just chaos in the best way possible! Aston made a snow ball and decided to throw a fastball, it was always a move he liked a lot and it still worked this time. He watched as the snowball he threw hit a girl in the summer team straight on, hopefully it didn't hurt, it probably didn't right?

Aston watched the scene, wanting to know how his team is doing, good news, they seem to be doing pretty well. Two people on his team aimed for a girl from Hogwarts on the other side and both of them hit her, successfully getting her out of the game. But sadly one of those people, a boy he doesn't recognise, got out soon after being hit by a fastball from team summer. The two teams were really fighting for the lead, and the game barely started! Imagine how heated it will be when the majority of the people were out, Aston hoped he would stay in the game, this is fun as heck!

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Oonagh cursed below her breath as the giant, duck obsessed dude caught her sand balloon. What a shame, it would have left a bruise or some sand in his eyes for sure, which in turn would have given her team an advantage. Now it just appeared that the guy had a better projectile and knocked out someone from her team, the superior one. Not only that but all around her students were hit by snowballs, rendering them out of the game beneath the watchful gaze of the referees, which in turn caused another cuss, even uglier than the one before, leave her mouth as her fingers dug into the now wet sand from where she had emptied the balloon earlier. Both pointer and middle fingers caked with sandy mud she drew streaks across her cheeks all the while glaring at the boy who had caught the balloon and made her part of his attack against her own team. That meant war, perhaps not today, but eventually and the time would come she might throw herself at the boy and punch his pretty face with the well maintained locks of golden hair.

For now her hand scurried around to find another balloon she had placed near herself as her gaze flitted across the field of players on the opposite team. She would make one of them weep for sure, the question was who to pick as her next victim.

Action
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Stats
Sta 6 | Eva 10 | Str 10 | Wis 0 | Arc 0 | Acc 9

BATTLE OF THE SEASONS | Team Summer
- July 24, 2024 -

NOTHING and no one had led Septimus to believe that the "Battle of the Seasons" would be anything but what the name implied: a battle. On his way to seek shelter behind a dune on Team Summer's warm, sandy, and beautiful side of the arena (which was everything he missed about summertime after nearly ten days spent in this snow-covered campground), the boy had picked up a pair of sunglasses and greeted the few teammates he recognized, including a couple of people from his tent, with a small wave or a casual nod. He was excited to play the game, which he could only assume would be civilized and all in good fun. Kneeling down next to a bucket of water balloons, he poked at the elastic skin of one of the projectiles and wondered how much it would take for the thing to pop. After all, he wasn't that strong. But if he could get it over the line and into Team Winter's terrain, he supposed it was likely to take care of itself.

He spied one of the girls in charge of the game as she was bringing a whistle to her lips, and his body tensed in anticipation. They were about to begin. He was ready. He would try his best. His best would win. Any minute n-

A shrill scream erupted from the moderators' whistles, and the battle commenced! Instantly, Septimus was overwhelmed by the amount of objects hurtling through the air all around him. He dropped to his knees in order to cower behind a sand dune. Suddenly, he was yanked back through old memories: he saw a younger version of himself hiding behind a park bench, wide, nervous eyes scanning his surroundings in search of his older sister, Olivia, who had recently learned from a Muggle school friend about a game called "dodgeball" and was eager to practice her aim on a moving target. By the time Livy went back to Ilvermorny in the fall, Septimus had suffered more than a few bruises. As his teammates began to take blows from incoming snowballs and get evicted from the game, Septimus took a deep breath and, so very carefully, scooped a water balloon out of a nearby bucket. He wouldn't let people think he was a loser or a coward. He was going to take down someone from Team Winter — someone good, too.

Emerging from the dune, he scoured the other side of the arena for suitable targets and finally found someone to his liking. They looked older, and much bigger than he was, and they'd already hit someone on his team. If Septimus could get them out, the rest of Team Summer would have to be impressed. His fear of getting pelted by a snowball before he could get his own shot off threatened to hold him back, but he took a bit of awkward comfort from the hope that his smaller build would make him a harder target. Holding his balloon like it was a grenade, he got as close to the line between winter and summer as he could stand. Then, he found the student he was aiming for, lined up his throw, and gave it his best try.

ACTION: sent via owl

STAMINA 5 | STRENGTH 2 | EVASION 7 | WISDOM 10 | ARCANE POWER 5 | ACCURACY 6

Soon enough, there was no time left for last minute strategizing. The battle began. Eugenia threw a water balloon, her aim being really good. However, her target caught the balloon, redirecting to another player of team summer who dodged it with ease. Others threw water balloons too, only for them to be caught. That… Was sad.

Many throws by team winter. Some players got hit, others didn’t. Eugenia recognized some people on both sides, some were housemates, classmates, friends or just acquaintances. It seemed like no one was targeting her, or maybe they did dreadful throws. Hit or miss, they were really fighting. Some of their team players got eliminated, they got hit. But an (almost?) equal number of winter children, (still in their layers of clothes) were out too.

Eugenia eyed the water balloons once more. Just then she noticed a girl on the winter side, who was probably one of the organizers of this half-crazy game, commentating this epic season match. Did they have a person like that for team summer? Taking a moment to relax, Eugenia began thinking anew of possible targets. Because the winter kids had to go down. Summer for the win, I guess. But if you could catch the balloon, what even is the point of the game? It touched you, nevertheless. No time to ponder now Eugenia. Time to act.

Action: As strategised

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

ACTION:
In owl.

ABILITIES AND STATS:

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Fearless | Dhampir's Aura, Terrible Presence, Lycanothrope's Intimidation, and any spells or potions that cause fear are ineffective.
Calming Presence | Allies (defined at the START of an instance regardless of later betrayal) gain a 10% chance to auto-hit their chosen target.
Prodigal Transfiguration | Able to learn/perform Transfiguration spells above her current year.
STAMINA: 9 | EVASION: 8 | STRENGTH: 3 | WISDOM: 8 | ARCPOWER: 9 | ACCURACY: 10

24/07/24

"english" "portuguese" "spanish" thoughts

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