Name: Nessa Cernătescu
PC Name: Lily Gray
Year: Third Year
School: Durmstrang
Link to your Character Page: Link
Status: Pureblood
Residence: Bansko, Bulgaria
Nationality: Romanian

History

Nessa Cernătescu was born in the medieval town of Sighișoara, Transylvania, in her family’s ancestral manor, an austere building of stone and dark wood that had belonged to the Cernătescu family for generations. Her father, a centuries old vampire, is a man of few words but led their home with an iron fist. Her mother, a skilled Romanian pureblood witch, balanced this severity with warmth, guiding Nessa’s early education in language, history, and practical magic. From infancy, Nessa’s life was structured, learning the life of polite society in both her parent's contexts.

Even as a toddler, Nessa displayed unusual traits inherited from her father’s vampiric lineage. She slept lightly at night, much to her Mother's ire, gravitated toward dimly lit spaces, and exhibited an uncanny elegance to her movements. Her mother carefully nurtured her magical potential, recording small incidents of accidental magic while instilling the importance of discipline and control. Despite loving her husband deeply, she desired for her daughter to become as much of a Witch as she was. At age six, during a summer storm, Nessa unknowingly bent the flame of a candle away from herself, which unfortunately set ablaze her bangs. Which for many months, she was forced to sport the unruly hair stye.

When Nessa was seven, rising scrutiny of vampire wizard households in Wizarding Romania compelled her mother to relocate the family to Bansko, Bulgaria, seeking safety and anonymity for her family. Nessa's Father remained in the Carpathians, maintaining correspondence through sealed owls. In Bulgaria, Nessa adapted gradually to new routines, she had been swiftly entered into mainstream wizard society. Under her Mother's tutelage, she became well-educated in her magical and vampiric heritage, but also her magical studies.

First Magic: At age six, during a summer storm, Nessa unknowingly bent the flame of a candle away from herself, a subtle but unmistakable first manifestation of her magical affinity.
Is your character a Quidditch player/Broom racer/Duelist? No

Statistics and Abilities

Stamina: 9
Evasion: 6
Strength: 3
Wisdom: 10
Arcane Power: 7
Accuracy: 5

Special Race/Ability: Dhampir
If special race/ability, how did they join the school: Nessa was accepted normally as a first year student in September of 2023. Her dhampir heritage was disclosed privately to the Durmstrang administration by her mother, ensuring her enrollment while keeping her abilities discreet. She integrated into school life like any other first year, with staff monitoring her "unique" traits.

DENIED - 25 JAN , SAKO
- AI not allowed, please rewrite in your own words
- Missing Dhampir application with 500 words

STATUS: Approved, Aulis, 25 January

Lily Gray wrote: 17 Jan 2026, 05:16

Name: Nessa Cernătescu
PC Name: Lily Gray
Year: Third Year
School: Durmstrang
Link to your Character Page: Link
Status: Half Breed
Residence: Bansko, Bulgaria
Nationality: Romanian

History

Located in the medieval town of Sighișoara, Transylvania, was the generational home of the Cernătescu family. The Cernătescu’s were a well known dark wizarding family of Sighișoara. The ancestral manor located in the heart of the town, was an austere building of stone and ancient wards that had belonged to the family for over 800 years. The Lord of the estate, Constantin Cernătescu, was a gifted potioneer that had long been interested in the beautiful Elena Cernătescu nee' Botezatu. Elena was an Ancient Runes governess that was frequently employed by local wizarding families. The two had met when Lord Cernătescu required a governess for his niece Bella. Quickly did they fall into love, and were wedded January of 1997. Elena, who was also from a pure-blooded wizarding family, was quick to give their daughter's hand in marriage, especially to a young handsome wizard, such as Nessa's father. Alas, after the birth of their first child, who was registered as half-breed, the purity of Lord Cernătescu’s blood began to be put into question. Both Lord and Lady Cernătescu, were hesitant to reveal Lord Cernătescu's nature, especially now with Nessa and another child soon on the way, Lady Cernătescu, was far from willing to risk the wrath of the Botezatu House.
As the years passed and the birth of their now fourth child; Nessa's parents were beginning to discuss relocating their family. With the rising scrutiny of vampire wizard households in Romania, they were compelled to leave. Packing up their necessities, Lady Cernătescu took her children: Nessa Cernătescu, Andrei Cernătescu, David Cernătescu, and her newborn Nicloas Cernătescu, to Bulgaria. With all children in tow, the Lady sought safety and anonymity in Bansko for her family.. Nessa's Father remained in the Carpathians to maintain ties, while corresponding through sealed owls to his wife and children.
It wasn’t until the winter of 2018 that the Romanian Ministry, had confirmed what the Botezatu family had long suspected. A routine review of lineage records was initiated under the pretense of inheritance clarification. Which revealed inconsistencies in Lord Cernătescu’s blood classification that could no longer be overlooked. Subsequent inquiries were conducted discreetly and without the knowledge of Lady Cernătescu, and led to the undeniable conclusion that Constantin Cernătescu was not merely associated with vampiric households, but was himself a vampire. The news spread like wildfire, and had cast immediate scrutiny upon the legitimacy of the Cernătescu's marriage and, more importantly, upon the nature of the children born of it.
Within weeks, Nessa Cernătescu’s blood status was reclassified under sealed Ministry authority, her records amended and restricted to the Head of House Botezatu. The ruling was delivered without appeal. Citing concerns for the children’s safety amid increasing hostility toward vampire affiliated wizarding families, the Botezatus enacted custodial authority over Nessa and her youngest brother, Nicholas. The decision was framed as protective, procedural, and made final. Under House oversight, provisions were made for their education, guardianship, and continued monitoring. By her tenth birthday, Nessa was enrolled at Durmstrang, a decision that finally granted her the freedom to contact her parents and siblings. With reconnecting ties with her family, more than ever, Nessa is objective to return to the Botezatus household. Alas, she couldn't leave Nicholas behind, and it’s her love for her little brother that keeps her within the iron grasp of their grandparents.

First Magic: At age six, during a summer storm, Nessa unknowingly bent the flame of a candle away from herself, a subtle but unmistakable first manifestation of her magical affinity.
Is your character a Quidditch player/Broom racer/Duelist? No

Statistics and Abilities

Stamina: 9
Evasion: 6
Strength: 3
Wisdom: 10
Arcane Power: 7
Accuracy: 5

Special Race/Ability: Dhampir

Reducio

Born from a human mother, Elena Cernătescu nee' Botezatu, who came from a pure-blooded wizarding family. Said family, the House of Botezatu, was quick to give their daughter's hand away in marriage, especially to a young handsome wizard, such as Constantin Cernătescu. Alas, after the birth of Nessa Cernătescu, who was registered as a half-breed, after a rather akward gobliun visit. The purity of Lord Cernătescu’s blood began to be put into question by the House of Botezatu. Both Lord and Lady Cernătescu, were hesitant to reveal Lord Cernătescu's nature, especially now with Nessa and another child soon on the way. Lady Cernătescu, was far from willing to risk the wrath of the Botezatu House and was willing to cut ties for a time.

Nessa's father, Constantin Cernătescu, had carried vampirism his whole life, and had always known his children would possess his vampiric traits as well. Marrying into Lord Cernătescu's family, Elena was also made aware of his disposition before marriage, but also how this would effect their future children.

It wasn't until 2018 that the Romanian Ministry had confirmed that Constantin Cernătescu was not merely associated with vampiric households, but was himself a vampire. The news spread like wildfire despite the family's best efforts, and had cast immediate scrutiny upon the legitimacy of the Cernătescu's marriage and, more importantly, upon the nature of the children born of it. Within weeks, Nessa Cernătescu and her sibling's blood status was reclassified under sealed Ministry authority, leaving their family at risk of legal seperation.

As they predicted, the Head of the Motezatu House, began to make public concerns for the children’s safety. With the help of the increasing hostility toward vampire affiliated wizarding families, the Botezatus's enacted custodial authority over Nessa and her siblings. With a swift and bias case, the children were quickly relocated to the House of Motezatu, where they would all attend Durmstrang.

Despite the Motezatu's best efforts to keep Nessa's nature a secret, her vampiric traits are shown through pretty evidently. Possessing the same pale skin as her father and a heavy dislike towards sunlight. Nessa does have her mother's eyes, but her pupils do tend to widen enough to appear black when not in the light. To truly add the topper to the cake of ill-hidden traits, Nessa possesses retractable fangs concealed behind otherwise normal gums. Although Nessa is very envious of her father's own fangs, whereas he does not possess a rather embarrassing gap in his pearly whites. Where she saddly does, due to being Dhampir and not Vampire.

Despite the stigma surrounding blood consumption, and the fact that Nessa is fully capable of surviving primarily on normal human food. Her Father raised her on nothing but blood, and was her preference as a young child, now older, she hesitates to do so. Aware of the social and ethical consequences of feeding on others (or even creatures), she strictly adheres to Ministry policy, and takes care to steer far from unappealing actions. She views these precautions as an inconvenience in most cases, but alas, her grandparents insist with the ritual-like seriousness she requires to attend school. And with good behavior comes a bag of bloodpops...yes, bloodpops. Rather a nasty candy, but its what distracts her from unsavery behavior, according to an 'expert'.

If special race/ability, how did they join the school: Nessa was accepted normally as a first year student in September of 2023. Her dhampir heritage was disclosed privately to the Durmstrang administration by her mother, ensuring her enrollment while keeping her abilities discreet. She integrated into school life like any other first year, with staff monitoring her "unique" traits.

PENDING - Sako , 8th FEB
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PENDING - Sako, 9th FEB
> status should be halfbreed, not pureblood
APPROVED - Sako, 10th FEB

Name: Alexios Katsaros
PC Name: Cassius Hirano
Year: 1st
Link to your Character Page: [the golden fleece]
Status: Half-breed (Wizardborn)
Residence: Athens, Greece
Nationality: Greek

History:

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Born and baptised just north of Kifissia, in Athens, Greece, Alexios Katsaros had never been offered things in halves, and he’d never been raised to accept anything but his best effort towards the whole, either. He is his parents’ first and only son; clear responsibilities and high expectations shaped his childhood, and yet, for all its restraint, one could never consider it anything but pampered.

Nikolaos Katsaros—pureblood, aspiring preacher, and distinguished judge— shepherded the family’s reputation just as easily as he demanded order in church and court. His wife, Kaethe Sotiriou, was much the same. Despite Kaethe’s dubious heritage, she had internalised the same high-born pride that characterised most respectable wizards and earned her reputation as a respected violin soloist long before marriage. Together, the two are a united front in the perpetual pursuit of success. They’d endured much controversy throughout their years together, but had always aimed to provide the best for Alexios and his younger sister, Ariadne.

Owing to overly traditional customs, which their mother often embraced with fervent insistence, Alexios and Ariadne were educated separately after a certain age. Even so, they spent most of their free time together and had always been extremely close. They often accompanied their parents to courts and concert halls alike, curiously imitating the cultured, serious affectations of the people around them. When neither of their parents had work, the family often took time to visit museums, beaches and cultural sites, which made art, music, and religion prominent pillars of their extracurricular education. What was worth a life of privilege if it lacked a critic’s discerning eye for taste? Carefully tutored in both spiritual and material matters, both children grew up under the wing of lush, moralised ambition, wanting for nothing but approval—the likes of which plentifully offered—and perhaps less time out of the day with their strictest tutors.

And yet, simmering beneath the surface lay tensions that existed well beyond such indulgences. Nikolaus and Kaethe did not often speak to their families, not out of shame on their part or deliberate caution on either lineage’s, but out of a sense of lingering exclusion that had failed to die away. In truth, Nikolaus had married below his rank, and, though she’d risen well above the limitations of illegitimacy, Kaethe herself had been the product of an affair. The two scandals had not been enough to relinquish their families’ lenient loyalties, but Kaethe had never recovered from the blow to her lineage’s pride, no matter how involuntary her role had been. Even in the minutest interactions held the opportunity to shame her—she’d never learned Russian, not in the same way her husband had at Durmstrang, and never in the same way she’d had her children educated in her stead. Slighted by her father’s mistakes, there was nothing but the harsh reality of wizarding discrimination that had raised Alexios’s mother. She would not allow her children the same struggles, no matter how different their paths were from her own.

Alexios had grown up intimately familiar with his parents’ great expectations. It had never been hidden from him—in fact, his parents had always been very forthright about his birthright responsibility, and often charged him to recapture all of which they’d envisioned for him. Ariadne was only two years younger, but even a single moment could mean the difference between needless sacrifice and true success. While his sweet, sensitive sister remained the protected white sheep of the family, Alexios had always, without protest, borne the beautiful golden fleece of favouritism. His very existence had been celebrated with all the lavish trappings of his family’s favour. Though many other children would have felt stifled by such expectation, the bright-eyed and ever-obedient Alexios truthfully flourished under the attention. He had been Kaethe’s golden boy from the beginning, a living ticket towards achieving respect from their once-pure lineage. A lofty task, perhaps, but nothing unrealisable for a boy well-versed in mythos’s most impossible feats. He’d always thought himself clever, his parents infinitely moreso, and such a position of privilege suited him well. Even Durmstrang itself held little ideological threat in the face of faith, though the day he’d been offered attendance remained only one of many future fulfillments he sought for his family to boast.

WC: 706

First Magic:

Reducio

Athens, late July 2021.

It had been abnormally warm that summer—swelteringly so, even with magic to keep a wizarding household’s inhabitants somewhat more comfortable than the rest of Greece’s poor Muggle population. For two weeks straight, the entire country seemed under a haze of extreme heat, and if Nikolaus Katsaros’ complaints were to be believed, it’d likely get no cooler in the days to come. Sick of the trouble and unwilling to spend their days trapped inside, the Katsaros had brought their two young children to the outlying coves of Thimari beach, where the clear waters and pebbled shoreline provided more privacy than other beaches surrounding Attica. They spent a handful of hours relaxing before turning back for dinnertime, one of many small pleasures that characterised their free days when neither parent had work.

7-year-old Alexios was too young to have truly remembered anything more of the occasion than the burning sand—his father indulgently picking him up to bypass all but the beautiful, glittering ocean shore— and the evening sun reflecting off the water. Even so, his parents had always looked back on the occasion with such fondness that it was impossible to question them, not that he’d ever been in the habit of doing so. While Nikolaos carefully corralled Alexios around the shallow waters, Kaethe stayed further back to attend to young Ariadne. More often than not, her son would come running back at every other shiny stone or shell Nikolaos had been unable to stop him from collecting, ecstatic at the opportunity to show off his findings to his curious younger sister and equally willing to pry her away from the commonest treasures washed ashore.

As the sun began to set on Athens, so came the burgeoning end of their beach outing. For most other children, Ariadne included, this normally meant a great deal of fussing and wishing to stay longer. Yet Alexios had always been—as his father was often proud to boast—strong-willed but never difficult, and so acquiesced easily to the promise of family dinnertime. As she handed off one child for another, Nikolaos methodically gathered their things.

And yet, when Kaethe turned back towards Alexios, her arm already outstretched to draw him into a hug and soothe his post-swim shivers, she suddenly felt a strange shift of wind in her hair. It was too hot even for the heat haze that’d threatened them all day, and when she looked up where Nikolaos stood less than a meter away, far too localised to be a true breeze. Her husband’s eyebrows were raised in surprise, his eyes glinting with the ambition she’d married him for as he looked upon their eldest.

Plans were already forming in her mind as she drew back and found Alexios’s linen shirt salt-stiff yet unwrinkled, his fair hair mysteriously ruffled, dry, and his face flushed warm even under the summer sun. He’d by then been splashing around for nearly two hours, yet seemed as if he’d been laid out in a towel for that same amount of time. Even as Kaethe smoothed down an errant lock, Alexios had looked up at her so guilelessly, with such child-like confusion at her surprise over his unconscious help, that she knew without doubt that her favouritism was not without cause. For years, she’d privately wondered what his first instance of magic would be. It hadn’t been to throw open the curtains like he wanted to every morning, or even to blow out the lit candles he often stared at before bed—no, to spare himself from needless discomfort, he’d somehow aided them amid life’s greater storm.

Oh, her sweet, spoilt son. Yes, he had been all they’d ever hoped for. Already, he’d proven himself as the start of everything she’d ever wanted and more.

WC: 623

Is your character a Quidditch player? YES; Quidditch, 2nd-string Keeper.
Broom racer/Duelist? NO

Stats: 30/30
Stamina: 5
Evasion: 7
Strength: 3
Wisdom: 7
ArcPwr: 0
Accuracy: 8

Special Race/Ability: Part-Veela

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If not for the sins of her father, Kaethe Sotiriou could have held the world in her hands. If not for the selfishness of one man, so much more could have been promised to her.

Known for their wide-reaching history of civic and political influence over wizarding Athens, the Sotiriou’s enjoyed a particularly privileged position in society independent of the region’s equally historic reputation for mysticism and rebirth. Even as the Muggle world fell to pieces and rebuilt itself around them—as it was wont to do—they’ve always defended their pureblood dignity, acting as politicians and performers alike to hold onto authority as tightly as their ideals. To be born into the Sotiriou family was to believe that everything had its place, and that your own was everywhere at once. With inheritance split lavishly, it seemed as if its various family members had every resource at their command—a privilege often well-exploited.

Alexios’s maternal grandfather, Leonidas, had graduated from Durmstrang with full honours and won a position as an apparition examiner within weeks. As with most Sotiriou members, the family’s careful machinations did exactly as they were meant to in easing the path ahead, even if he’d never been as politically important as others. Leonidas was the spare son of a branch family, never beholden to the same responsibilities as his elder brother. Even with the formidable Valeria Chiotis as his wife, he took that freedom to heart. Even after having children, Leonidas spent more time working, sporting, and socialising in private clubs than at home. No matter what minor wrongs he committed, he’d always been convinced that his family would take care of the matter as easily as they’d excuse the best and worst of him, and, despite everything, he was right—the Sotiriou sense of responsibility was too strong to abandon him. The truth was, Leonidas had always had weak self-control; A lifetime of indulgences ensured it, and his family’s disapproving tolerance only perpetuated it.

Life continued as it always had for him, a rollercoaster of professionalism by day and poor decisions by night. To be seen out with the prettiest woman on his arm—intoxicated by the scandal and the sheer danger of it all—was by far his favourite way to spend his years, and his wife held too much pride to shatter their branch’s coherence over his frequent womanising. It was not until much later that he realised the consequences of his actions, when one of his favourite flirtations—an opera singer, and a full-blooded veela, he’d later realise—delivered to his wife the most undeniable proof of his infidelity: a child and a half-breed at that.

Kaethe Sotiriou, named in cruel irony of her impure heritage, entered into wizarding Athens as a child condemned, promised to a life of discrimination and perpetual scrutiny. It was scandalous enough for her to be a product of an affair, but her unnaturally fair features and sudden appearance differentiated her from the rest of her half-siblings. And yet, despite her bastard birth, Valeria Chiotis could not bear to waste such readily offered potential. Leonidas’s inattentive disloyalty outshone their years of unhappy marriage, but it had not blinded Valeria enough to abandon pity. Kaethe would never be promised the fair fortune of her pureblooded siblings, but she’d been taken in by her father’s legal wife and raised amongst her betters regardless.

How she adored her stepmother’s drive: unswervingly, ruthlessly dignified even in the face of social embarrassment and ridicule. Kaethe would never settle for a man as irresponsible as her own father, of course, but Valeria’s support paved the path forward. She’d been too grateful to do anything but to take her stepmother’s admonishments at face value—in some sense, her peers were right. She was, truthfully, lesser than in blood and breed alike, but to treat herself thusly would be to admit the ingloriousness of bastardy. Though she was not a proper Sotiriou, she still had a duty to act otherwise while she still belonged to their bloodline.

As a half-veela, Kaethe was barred from Durmstrang, yet she was not left to rot. No, she’d been gifted a private education as good as any natural child. She’d been offered opportunities, not as grand as even her most sympathetic full-human relatives, but opportunities nonetheless. Even as her own family and potential friends looked down upon her tarnished bloodline, addressing her as more sin than sister, Kaethe held richer scraps than her heritage implied. She endured the ridicule with, well, not necessarily dignity, for she’d never developed a thick enough skin to tolerate the frequent slights often aimed at her reputation, but begrudging acceptance throughout her life and into her illustrious career as a violin soloist. Her half-breed status, the likes of which often disparaged by the wizarding community, had always stifled her ambition. Music, however, had the capacity to free her from such banal criticisms. Talent captured attention more genuinely than her Veela heritage’s coercion.

She met Nikolaos Katsaros, then concertmaster and notable member of a shrinking pureblood society, while performing in Thessaloniki. They’d hit it off immediately, almost too quickly considering their unequal statuses, and spent several years dancing around each other with increasing interest. Though contemporary to the Sotiriou family, the Katsaros were not quite as unquestioningly influential. They were, however, far more militant in character and therefore much higher on the pureblood hierarchy. The leniency that pardoned Leonidas Sotiriou’s behaviour would have never been tolerated in Nikalous’ family, even as a second son. Kaethe had never had someone who’d defend her so fervently, so morally and without blame, even while knowing her quick temper and ruinous prospects, and so Nikolaos had broken through her hard exterior rather handily.

When the topic of marriage arrived, Kaethe jumped at the opportunity with full confidence. Ever under-estimated, ever demeaned despite her stepmother’s tolerance, of course, she’d accept. She’d always desired something more than the life of a woman scorned, and this was her chance to further a legacy beyond her own talent. Nikalous, of course, loved Kaethe with his own ulterior motives, but such motivations had always twinned her ever-present wish for social mobility. Love had its place, yet so did the supposed supernatural ‘benefits’ of her despised Veela heritage. Where she saw a dilution of shame, he saw an enhancement of pride. The Katsaros valued prestige over all other virtues, and he’d been captivated by her since the first time he saw her on stage. She was the orchestra’s jewel, he her admirer, and together they’d outshine the world.

They’d married with great pomp and circumstance, much to both families’ outrage and only begrudging attendance. Had Kaethe’s ever-looming non-human heritage and bastard status not been so obvious, perhaps there would not have been nearly as many protests, but as it stood, marrying above her station and so publicly had sparked incredible controversy. She’d never met her mother, and never desired to, not after so much passive-aggressive cruelty in her youth, but the full-blooded veela’s influence seemed to follow her no matter what she became. For her own children, Kaethe would offer only the best, and Nikolaos had always worked to give her that opportunity.

Raised as a young prince among men, Alexios grew up experiencing little of the scorn that his mother had endured. If anything, the golden string of Kaethe’s natural allure stretched the least with her firstborn, whose sociable nature and love for the arts always drew more intrigue than contempt. There was no doubt in his Veela heritage, not with the varied attention so often offered to him, and certainly not with the added gleam of plausible deniability blinding the worst of his good intentions. He’d never spent a day lacking options, never found a way to visit a store with his parents without somehow being plied with compliments. Unlike Ariadne, who’d inherited far more of Nikalous’s features, Alexios took on much of Kaethe’s own colouring. The pretty blond hair and sweet, bell-like voice she’d always been mocked for looked far less dishonourable when surrounded by kin, and he boasted the palest blue eyes she’d ever seen. They were lighter than her own, likely reflecting his unknown grandmother’s features, and failed to darken as he grew older.

Alexios—her darling child, their light of lights—represented to the family not only the prospect of restored honour but also all of their hopes and dreams. When he’d been accepted into Durmstrang, the same wizarding establishment that’d taken one look at Kaethe’s ancestry and rejected her decades prior, it marked the start of a new era, a better one, with Alexios at its helm. And if Nikolaos and Kaethe had always been the ones legitimately steering, he’d know better than to be led astray.

WC: 1457

If special race/ability, how did they join the school? Normal acceptance, as their foundation year would have been 2024-2025.

Pending, Célestine, February 10
Just a minor edits. Please add some words on how it was obvious that Alexios inherited traits of a Veela.

Approved, Célestine, February 17

Name: Noel Clavero
PC Account Name: Lorenzo Vincenti
Year: First Year
Link to your Character Page: viewtopic.php?p=1489799#p1489799
Status: Pureblood
Residence: Austria, Lienz
Nationality: Italian
History:

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Noel Clavero is the grandson of Jacquemine du Clermont and Regnault du Clermont, pure-blooded magical aristocrats from the borderlands between France and Italy. In a familial tragedy, Regnault du Clermont came to learn something that remains unspoken to this day. The French aristocrat and business owner of both Gemstone and Mineral mines, was shortly thereafter sent to Azkaban, where he lost his life.
Noel’s grandmother, Jacquemine du Clermont, had before her beloved departed for trial—at his urging—left France behind. Along with property, luxury, family and friends, the young lady fled to Italy with her daughter. Noel’s mother was still a toddler at the time. She was told by Jacquemine only that her father Regnault had died because he refused to act and stood tall for his morals. Further she explained, that it was vital to begin anew. Exiling herself deliberately, the surname Clavero emerged phonetically from the former “du Clermont”. It was chosen so as not to immediately draw attention in Italy. From Noel‘s Mother Marié du Clermont, became Marietta Clavero.
Marietta conceived Noel in a short affair with her friend Jean-Yves De Varenne, a Frenchman. The father, however, was more a donor than a parent. Jean-Yves assumed the role of godfather instead. The two had decided that she would raise Noel alone, and that they would communicate the matter as transparently and age-appropriately as possible.

Overall, a family structure emerged shaped by aristocratic modes of upbringing, a focus on eccentric education, and the knowledge of hard labour as a newly inherited aim—all pursued beneath the shadow of nameless demons. What precisely had happened to Noel’s grandfather was taken to the grave by his grandmother. Unfortunately, his grandmother died before Noel could meet her. The weight of departure and the horror of Jacquemine du Clermont’s paranoia found their echo in Noel’s upbringing nonetheless. Driven by a conflict of inherited distrust without its explanation, Marietta Clavero likewise raised her son Noel within the tension and aristocratic values of her mother.
Blended with the influence of his French, England-based godfather, Noel was encouraged into multilingualism from an early age. He was also initiated early into the scant knowledge of his family’s origins—and kept from speculating about Regnault through prohibitions. It rained «You are not to go to the du Clermont estate without permission» and «Have you practised piano today?»
Still, it did not stop him. Like a moth drawn to a withered light, the then five-year-old was pulled as often as possible to slip out and visit the ruins in secret. All aside, one could hardly call Marietta overly strict. She was authoritative and demanding, yet never cold or rigid. Noel grew up content. The secret of his visits remained carefully hidden and was recorded only in the practising script of his childhood diaries. It became his favourite place, a haven far from the structures of life. Thus it at first broke his heart, when they moved away in his seventh year of his life. Their relocation was driven by a career opportunity. His mother longed to return to the proximity of aristocratic walls—and wished to be far from the unease Jacquemine had left behind in her with regard to the du Clermont history and estate. Marietta began working for a high-society family more south in Italy. Suddenly, Noel spent five days a week in the midday care of a governess. He saw their former home and the estate only during holidays, when Marietta was exceptionally drawn back to the borderlands and her friends. Even so, he and his mother remained a well-attuned team. She enjoyed speaking with her son every time she returned home in the late evenings. They discussed her working days, norms and values, and new insights. Sometimes, Noel was even brought along to her working destination. Perhaps this was precisely what unsettled him about the second move.

After years of transparency, Marietta suddenly relocated with him to Austria following his first magical occurrence. It offered what Italy could not: a distance from her demons, the du Clermont legacy of rot and access to Durmstrang for her son. She did not want him anywhere near the french magical society that she believed, had destroyed her father.
«But I want to go to Beauxbatons—I have friends in Italy,» became the central refrain when the news reached him. Marietta only sighed, and the familiar tension settled into her eyes.
It was the kind he knew from whenever the du Clermont were mentioned. «Perhaps they will be send to Hogwarts instead? It hardly matters. You will enjoy Durmstrang just as much, and Austria has a very fine magical preparation programme. The rest will be handled by Floo powder.»
Marietta was proven right. Reliable as she had always been, Noel, French by lineage and Italian by birth, had no trouble forming new acquaintances. Distance was bridged by Floo powder. Weekends and holidays were still spent in the borderlands, and he was often allowed to accompany her on her work trips to Italy, passing the afternoons beneath the Mediterranean sun. Fluent in French, English, German, and Italian, a sense of independence and control over his surroundings soon took shape and has accompanied him ever since.

[Note: It remains unknown to the public exactly why Regnault du Clermont, once of impeccably aristocratic standing, was sent to Azkaban within the span of only a few days. His wife, Noel’s grandmother, however, learned ,after years of private investigation, that he had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. During one of his long visits to London, the Frenchman had come upon information about a group of high-ranking figures within the aristocracy. Urged to join their ranks and activities, he held fast to his values and refused the invitation. To eliminate the risk, that very group used their corrupt connections within the Ministry to force Regnault to Azkaban under false charges.]

First Magic:

Reducio

His mother, Marietta, was occupied setting a pot of coffee to brew in the kitchen next door when Noel lingered in front of the keys. The ‚upright grand‘—an old wooden piano, that cuddled close against the wall—stood before him as though intent on vexing the eight-year-old. Noel struck a bored, deep A. The wide stretch refused to settle into his fingers, and the mood for it was missing just the same.
«You’re meant to practise,» his mother‘s strict voice suddenly called from the adjacent room, «not just lounge about and press random notes, or you’ll be sitting there until midnight!»
At the thought, the boy rolled his eyes. He knew his mother, and he could well imagine her keeping him on the stool until “Morning Prayer” from Tchaikovsky drowned the living room. With a theatrical sigh, Noel leaned back. His head tipped against the nape. The blond hair fell from his face, when suddenly her thunderous voice burst from the doorway. «Noel! Practice!»
It stripped his nerves bare. Startled, he pulled his hand from the keys and drew his shoulders in tight. Yet the piano began to dutifully play. Marietta’s delight at his first magic was considerably lessened by the sheer audacity of it. «Congratulations, but this won’t count…»

Is your character a Quidditch player/Broom racer/Duelist? No.
Stats: 7 Sta — 5 Eva — 6 Str — 7 Wis — 5 Arc-Power — 5 Acc
Special Race/Ability: No
If special race/ability, how did they join the school? n/a

Pending, Célestine, February 10
- Please add age to the fiom. Note it must be after he moved to Austria. Please edit this information in ency, so it's clearly stated that it happened after move.
- City in Austria is missing. Please add it to your application and encyclopedia.
- It is unclear why he went to Azkaban. Although your iNPC might not know the reason, we must know. Please add it.

Approved, Célestine, February 12

APPROVED - 17 MARCH , Sako

Denied — Santiago, 1/04/26
Your account has been validated for less than 6 months, making you not meeting the requirements yet. Please re-apply after reaching 6 months.

STATUS: Pending, Nadira, 21 May
- For the residence please only state the city and country they are from
- Please add the age to the fiom, must be between 3 and 10
- For your Fearless ability app you need to write at least 400 words
- Please remove the Fearless ability from your trunk, this will be added by staff later once approved
- Everyone is starting school with the same knowledge. So your character wouldn’t be learning Divination yet, please remove this

STATUS: Pending, Santiago, 04/06/2026
- Include a 400 word application for the ability Fearless, or remove it from the application.

Elowin Prankhurst wrote: 11 May 2026, 20:14

Name: Melissa Edam
PC Name: Elowin Prankhurst
School: Durmstrang
Year: first
Link to your Character Page: Subject: Melissa Edam
Status: wizard born
Residence: Seville, Spain
Nationality: Spanish
History:

Reducio

Melissa, or as her family call her Mel, grew up in a household with a snotty,grotty thinking that bogies are a nice gift brother ( Or as most people call him Carlos), a papa who was the kindest person you could ever meet but he was a perfectionist. Her family were in possession of several fish ( Angelfishes, called Carrot, Melon and Mango if you really wanted to know) but they died after a year and a bit. Oh, yeah and a mother who died giving birth to Carlos. Yep, her mama was cruelly snatched away after only three years of knowing her. Mel knows it’s not true but sometimes she feels that it is Carlos’s fault her dear mama died but that’s just unfair to him. Her mama was a Veela and extremely beautiful, and that made Melissa a half-Veela.

As a child she had always loved food. Jokingly sometimes her papa and brother call her the living dustbin, because she eats everything she can. Melissa’s life is full of chaos, fun and laughter but she wouldn’t change a thing. ( except maybe her mama dying…). Her life was so fun, but she missed her old friends, who’d grew apart from her as she moved to Russia.

First Magic:

Reducio

When Melissa was 6 she was really hungry. Her Papa has grabbed her last chip out of her hand, and that made her sad. As she turned the waterworks on, her papas mouth flew open. A completely undigested chip flew out of his mouth and Mel grabbed it and ate up.

Is your character a Broom Racer? No
Is your character a Quidditch Player? no -
Is your character a Duelist? No
Stats:
Stamina: 5 - Evasion: 8- Strength: 9 - Wisdom: 3 - Arcane Power: 3 - Accuracy: 7
Special Race/Ability: Half-Veela

Closed, Célestine, May 25th
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