Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Locket Tarot
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Perfectionist
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):
Reducio
She wasn’t born a perfectionist, she was messy and unruly like the wind, anywhere she went she left a gust of chaos behind her and she did not care, she did everything as she saw fit and not as was accepted by society. Everything she owned was decorated in her own way, imperfectly, drawn over or doodle about, she wasn’t good at drawing, but still she did it just to make the thing feel truly like hers. She wasn’t born a perfectionist, she was made one by the household that she grew up in.
It’s neither a good thing nor a bad thing, it’s just something that happens - we change. And that’s what our loved ones do, they change us. Locket changed too. Her parents were rather strict, they cared about her grades, and soon after starting elementary school she realised that being just good wouldn’t pass. She needed to excel and do her best. She always made fun of her sister when the older one would study, because in her mind she thought: how could someone who’s still a kid, waste their interesting days by doing boring adult things, when they can play with toys or go outside, or eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and watch cartoons? But when she started school she became what she made fun of before.
Her evening would be spent at her desk, hovered over papers or books. She didn’t necessarily even have much homework, it was just that pressure put on her to make her parents proud. They both were hard-working people and they expected their daughter to be so too. And just about when Locket realised that minimum effort wouldn’t cut it, she became a perfectionist.
It started off with little things, like lining up her clothes in the closet just right, or waking up the exact hour she had to instead of snoozing a few minutes more. And then it furthered. She started doing more than she had to, she did extra work, not because she wanted to, no. She was just a kid, all she wanted to do was climb trees and pet stray cats. No, she did it because she felt like she needed to, like her parents who worked so hard to give her everything she had were always watching over her and expecting her to do her best.
Still, even with this perfectionism that surrounded all things to do with school work, she still kept that little sparkle of childhood wonder in herself. She got perfect grades, but she also kept those same notebooks decorated with stickers and doodles. Like all things in her life, she made perfectionism her own safe place.
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She wasn’t born a perfectionist, she was messy and unruly like the wind, anywhere she went she left a gust of chaos behind her and she did not care, she did everything as she saw fit and not as was accepted by society. Everything she owned was decorated in her own way, imperfectly, drawn over or doodle about, she wasn’t good at drawing, but still she did it just to make the thing feel truly like hers. She wasn’t born a perfectionist, she was made one by the household that she grew up in.
It’s neither a good thing nor a bad thing, it’s just something that happens - we change. And that’s what our loved ones do, they change us. Locket changed too. Her parents were rather strict, they cared about her grades, and soon after starting elementary school she realised that being just good wouldn’t pass. She needed to excel and do her best. She always made fun of her sister when the older one would study, because in her mind she thought: how could someone who’s still a kid, waste their interesting days by doing boring adult things, when they can play with toys or go outside, or eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and watch cartoons? But when she started school she became what she made fun of before.
Her evening would be spent at her desk, hovered over papers or books. She didn’t necessarily even have much homework, it was just that pressure put on her to make her parents proud. They both were hard-working people and they expected their daughter to be so too. And just about when Locket realised that minimum effort wouldn’t cut it, she became a perfectionist.
It started off with little things, like lining up her clothes in the closet just right, or waking up the exact hour she had to instead of snoozing a few minutes more. And then it furthered. She started doing more than she had to, she did extra work, not because she wanted to, no. She was just a kid, all she wanted to do was climb trees and pet stray cats. No, she did it because she felt like she needed to, like her parents who worked so hard to give her everything she had were always watching over her and expecting her to do her best.
Still, even with this perfectionism that surrounded all things to do with school work, she still kept that little sparkle of childhood wonder in herself. She got perfect grades, but she also kept those same notebooks decorated with stickers and doodles. Like all things in her life, she made perfectionism her own safe place.
STATUS: Approved, Ruckus, August 25
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Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread - viewtopic.php?f=169&t=48619
Name of special talent that you are applying for - Parselmouth
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it)
Name of special talent that you are applying for - Parselmouth
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it)
Reducio
Jacqueline Royale has been that quiet, introverted girl her entire life. She is calm, somewhat stubborn and ambitious and her calmness has always been a noticeable feautre of hers. Since she was a little kid, unlike many others, sh was never interested in playing with dolls and makeup, she never imagined herslef a princess and she never was scared of what was too unsettling for others. Wheter it be snakes, scorpions. spiders or any other bugs she had always been drawn to them and always found comfort in their presence and company. And it has always been her unique trait to treat these creatures wuth kindness, rather than the cruelty and hatred that they are mainly faced with. And they have always been friends to her, and never enemies or something to avoid.
Let's go back to the begginig of this ability that she possess. When she was a little child, she loved nature and animals, what she hated most were zoos, because to her, that meant caging and chaining animals that should be out there in Mother Nature, thriving and living like they are meant to and on a few occasions, where she found herself at the zoo, gazing at the caged snakes, she would feel the utmost sadness seeing them being kept like property and it broke her heart knowing that they had no freedom. All that she understood when she was just a kid, even too young to comprehend much. Around the same time, which would be around 5-6 years old, she once went to her grandparent's private property in Southern California, which was surrounded mostly by nature. She was taking a walk there with her mother, Elizabeth, when she spotted a harmless Gopher Snake (which she then didn't know, and was later told by her grandfather and thus it developed and interest in studying about snake types as a hobby and therefore expanding her knowledge about these exotic and brilliant beings mentioned so many times as 'evil' or 'bad' creatures in the Holy Books of Abrahamic religions and mostly seen as a bad omen). Jacqueline didn't think of running or panicking about it, even when her mother stood in between the snake and her daughter all she said was "It's okay, mommy. I like snakes''. It lead to many other encounters like this. Over time she learned about snakes, how to treat them and what to do in each type's case. Only later it got obvious why she was so comofrtable with the idea of snakes, when at the age of 8 her mother, Ramona, witnessed Jacqueline communicating a snake, which she had begged her parents to get a few days ago. like many beg to get a puppy or a cat. Jacqueline had been sitting in her room with the still small Lampropeltis californiae on her bed, right opposite her. The sounds and the gibberish Jacqueline had been hissing were now an explanation to why she loved snakes so much.(and all that time, no one had noticed that she had been talking to snakes the whole time). It had been an ability of her for a long-long time and she had now only realised that she hadn't been speaking English the whole time, but in antother language that she hadn't even learn, instead it was hers from the very moment she was born. As to her mothers' question why she hadn't spoken about this, the still naive 8 year old answered that she had thought it was normal for wizards and witches to be able to do that.
Let's go back to the begginig of this ability that she possess. When she was a little child, she loved nature and animals, what she hated most were zoos, because to her, that meant caging and chaining animals that should be out there in Mother Nature, thriving and living like they are meant to and on a few occasions, where she found herself at the zoo, gazing at the caged snakes, she would feel the utmost sadness seeing them being kept like property and it broke her heart knowing that they had no freedom. All that she understood when she was just a kid, even too young to comprehend much. Around the same time, which would be around 5-6 years old, she once went to her grandparent's private property in Southern California, which was surrounded mostly by nature. She was taking a walk there with her mother, Elizabeth, when she spotted a harmless Gopher Snake (which she then didn't know, and was later told by her grandfather and thus it developed and interest in studying about snake types as a hobby and therefore expanding her knowledge about these exotic and brilliant beings mentioned so many times as 'evil' or 'bad' creatures in the Holy Books of Abrahamic religions and mostly seen as a bad omen). Jacqueline didn't think of running or panicking about it, even when her mother stood in between the snake and her daughter all she said was "It's okay, mommy. I like snakes''. It lead to many other encounters like this. Over time she learned about snakes, how to treat them and what to do in each type's case. Only later it got obvious why she was so comofrtable with the idea of snakes, when at the age of 8 her mother, Ramona, witnessed Jacqueline communicating a snake, which she had begged her parents to get a few days ago. like many beg to get a puppy or a cat. Jacqueline had been sitting in her room with the still small Lampropeltis californiae on her bed, right opposite her. The sounds and the gibberish Jacqueline had been hissing were now an explanation to why she loved snakes so much.(and all that time, no one had noticed that she had been talking to snakes the whole time). It had been an ability of her for a long-long time and she had now only realised that she hadn't been speaking English the whole time, but in antother language that she hadn't even learn, instead it was hers from the very moment she was born. As to her mothers' question why she hadn't spoken about this, the still naive 8 year old answered that she had thought it was normal for wizards and witches to be able to do that.
STATUS: Denied, Ruckus, August 25
Parselmouth is a special talent, not an ability. Please include this application in your index registration.
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Ability Applications
Link to your encyclopedia thread: Galahad
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Occlumency
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):ReducioGalahad had been training his mind for many years to deal with what muggles would call, "enhanced interrogation techniques". These included Veritaserum, the Cruciatus and Imperius curses, and taking a good old fashioned beating. He had spent so much time as an Auror that there was simply no avoiding traninig for such things. At times you would have to blend in or simply pretend to be someone you were not to get in with people who, if they knew your true identity, would send you home air freight, in very small boxes.
The first time he had been exposed to the Imperius Curse had been an eye-opening experience to him. He'd always thought he was a pretty tough guy who could stand up under anything. He was absolutely powerless. It was merficul for him that his interrogator was a fellow Auror (his beloved Orion) and not a dark wizard who was really intent on getting information or hurting him.
He'd learned since then that it was all a matter of calm, preparation, and resolve. He started doing different mental exercises daily to control his breathing, his thoughts, his emotions; anything that could allow someone a beachead into his mind. The process was long and arduous, and it was painful too. While he wasn't being tortured, the amount of straight he put on himself was heavy. He'd been focusing so hard on keeping his mind locked down sometimes that he would get nose bleeds. On one occassion, he had literally passed out from the strain he was putting on himself.
As Orion and his other Auror colleagues worked with him, he learned that it was not so much the strain but the calm. When he started to experiment with mediation and finding his own zen state, he finally started to really improve. He was never fully accomplished at the skill when he was an Auror, and after he pulled the pin and retired from the office, he didn't feel the need to dwell on it any further, thinking his life of secrecy was over. At it was. But once he got back to the castle, he found his time outside of what he spent with Orion lacking. Being a student administration was not for him and so he returned the Occlumency as something to work towards and occupied his mind.
Orion had come to the rescue when he finally mastered it. Three nights a week after dinner, they would meet in Orion's office - they chose Orion's because it wasn't as busy as a Head of Houses Office and they needed privacy for this. It took five longs month but he finally succeeded to their mutual glee on one February evening. In the end, the calm was the most important thing. Struggle too much and the brain was like a wet sponge; it would eventually slip out of your hand.
STATUS: Approved, Ruckus, August 25