Broom Race Public Alpha

Interacting with Beauxbaton Teammates
Bolded Text: French | Regular Text: English

Florian arrived out on the grounds, readying himself for an intense race. While he was only a first-year, he had lots of practice racing against his brothers out on their estate. However, this would be different. He didn't know any of these people from the other houses, and he barely knew his own Beauxbaton team. After all, it was only the first month of school. He decided that it was a now or never, so he joined the team, and said a confident "Hello everyone, let's do our best to win this! We have much more experience than the rest of them, so let's use it to our advantage." He hoped that they would listen to him, as he had been thinking of tactics against them. "Now... we must remember this is familiar territory for the Hogwarts students as well. We will still overcome them with experience!" He hoped his little speech would inspire them, and, even if it didn't he was inspired himself from it. He finished adding his gear and placed his helmet atop his head. Even if he had a lousy old school broom, since he wasn't allowed to bring his nice one from home, he knew he could handle it well.

He was ready for this, there was no doubt about that. Plus, he had to show off to Rosa that he was exactly the flyer he said he was: 'fantastique'. He hoped to see her cheering him on with everything she had. There was also the ball soon as well, and he knew she would simply love to show him off to her friends. He kicked off into the air and awaited the starting call, feeling wave after wave of excitement and confidence come over him.

Action: Arriving and Mounting Broom
Broom: School Broom
Stats: Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 7 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 9 | Arcane Power: 4 | Accuracy: 6
Abilities: Foulplay

Alexei loved his life so much at that point in time. He had thought things couldn't get better than the summer, with all the stunningly beautiful American and English school girls. Then he had had the privilege of seeing the French girls. He half thought he had died and gone to heaven and had resolved to make the absolute most of his time at the Scottish school.

That included kicking ass at broom racing. Alexei strove for greatness, and there was the added benefit of looking impressive in front of the lovely ladies from all the schools. As he began to prepare for the game, he saw yet another stunningly beautiful girl and approached her. "I don't think I'll take much pleasure in defeating one as lovely as you," he said, shooting her a devilish wink. His Russian accent was noticeable but not exactly in a bad way. "I am Alexei Petrov. Might I know what they call you?"

It would probably do him well to confer with his teammates, seeing as the race was about to start, but he allowed himself a few moments to talk to a work of art. After all, what was the point of ignoring the finer things in life?

Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 to all stats)
Stamina: 10
Evasion: 9
Strength:13
Wisdom: 4
ArcPower: 4
Accuracy:9

Abilities: Charmer, Statistically Relevant(x2)

Action: Arriving, flirting with the first pretty girl he sees, mounting his broom

[font=Monotype Corsiva]Roleplaying as iNPC Enzo Delcroix
When speaking in English uses: This Colour
When in French uses: This colour plus Italics & Bold
Interacting with: Charles Alluring [@Henry Knight]
~ Open to Interactions ~
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[font=Monotype Corsiva]Enzo felt a small uneasy shiver run down his spine as he walked up to the start of the broom racing track and towards where all the competitors were gathering. After seeing how almost all of them were older than him and were carrying brooms that were much fancier than his, he tried his best to deny the fact that there was a small pit of butterflies fluttering around in his chest.

He let out a small quiet groan and had trouble keeping himself from rolling his eyes as the other contestants were giving out cringeworthy good luck speeches to each other.

Enzo kept to himself as he mounted his broom but had a slightly resentful expression, aggravated that he did not have a luxurious one and as many of the other students did, but nevertheless gently pushed off the ground and copied the lot of them by hovering over the land by just a few feet.
Soon after Enzo recognized someone passing by. Charles Alluring, the boy he had met a couple of months prior.
"May the odds be ever in your favour" He replied to Charles, with a sarcastic and sly tinge in his voice then flew a few centimetres higher and inhaled deeply then looked around on standby, waiting for the racing to finally begin.

Action: Arriving and mounting broom
Abilities: «terrible presence»
Broom: School Broom
Speed: N/A
Stats:

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Stamina - 5
Evasion - 7
Strength - 5
Wisdom - 5
Arcpower - 8
Accuracy - 5

interactions with [OPEN TO INTERACTIONS]
position stood off to the side, broom in hand
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Today was the day. What a cliche thing to think about, that exact sentence, but it was at least an accurate one. Race of the four schools, it was bound to an interestingly exciting match. Johannes would have been excited if he wasn't one of the racers- but then again, if he wasn't a racer he wouldn't even be in Scotland- and if this wasn't his first one separated from his friend group. It was an understatement to say that he was slightly nervous.

The sturdy stick of his broom- the Swiftstick, almost brand new, given as a good luck gift after he had first proved himself ready for the task- felt heavier somehow slung over his shoulder as he prepped for the coming race. A pit of ever-growing dread clung at him, nagging at the back of his mind as he methodically tied his boots and cuffed sleeves. The gathered crowd, even his fellow racers, were strangers, bound to cheer as they fought past obstacles in the air. At least in Quidditch, you were challenged with your peers, but in broom racing- it wasn't that straightforward. God, he had wished impossibly to bring even one of his Hellhounds for moral support, if only to worry confidently from the sidelines as an anchor. But alas, he was alone like this, and he would have to put up with it and make his friends proud countries away.

"Give me strength-" Merely a murmur of hope that anyone watching would have been able to catch not in word but in motion, one of the rings set upon his fingers pressed to his lips. Stiffening up in preparation, Johannes zoned out the frankly annoying good luck speeches being doled out and pulled forth his broom from its holster, stuffing the strap away in a hidden pocket. It was apparent that he was very focused- anyone who knew him from Durmstrang as the mischief-maker that he was might have been surprised at such the fact-, even more apparent that Johann was not going to be messing around. Eyes on the prize, his mind centred on the track and race instead of those around him. He had boarded the ship clad in Durmstrang red and the warmth of multiple wishing him good luck in his endeavours, now he was in Axel's jacket and a broom in hand readying up to at least try.

The German thrived off the rush of the quickdraw, the wind in his hair and mind racing with adrenaline, but the stakes were high. He wasn't going to go down without a fight- but with gnashing teeth and wild eyes, finished as far as he could.

Action: Prepping

Broom: SwiftStick (+2 strength, +2 evasion, +2 wisdom)[/b]
Speed: N/A

Abilities: Foul play, Charmer, Evasive Manoeuvres

Modified Stats: Sta 7 | Eva 10 | Str 10 | Wis 8 | Arc 7 | Acc 9
Base Stats: Sta 7 | Eva 8 | Str 8 | Wis 6 | Arc 7 | Acc 9

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russian speech- 'good luck darling'
@Astrea Soleil Neptune @Anastasia Beckett

♠ i'm checking my vital signs, drawing my battle lines ♠

Our favorite Russian pretty boy stood in the sun and looked over at his competitors before swaggering over to the starting line. As Lucas starts to send a flirty look over to some Drumstrang boy @Anastasia Beckett , he spies Johann, the boy of his dreams. He resists the urge to throw his Nimbus 1700 on the ground and running into Johann's arms, he does have a reputation to uphold. Instead, Lucas walks up to his grey-eyed penpal and brings his soft lips to Johann's creamy cheeks. Ecstasy runs through the Beauxbatons boy's veins as the two boys' eyes and skin meet. "удачи любимый" Lucas whispers, his lips brushing Johann's ear.

With one final look, Lucas turns away from the way too distracting boy. He runs his fingers over the top of his smooth broom than runs his hands through his hair, doing everything he can to not look at Johann.

Of course, the self-control of any lovestruck boy is very weak, so before he mounts his broom, Lucas sneaks one last look at Johann before tearing himself away. After flipping his sunglasses over his eyes, Lucas cracks his knuckles and mounts his broom. The race is about to begin and nothing and no one can take Lucas's focus away from it.

♠ born for this, the score ♠

Team Durmstrang!

I sighed as I wrapped my black wolf fur closer to myself. It was early October, and there was a definite chill in the air; the impending winter most assuredly on the way. Four schools, one track, one prize. Only a few of us would claim the prize and honor of completing the perilous track that had been marked and set up for us. I intended to be one of those few. Dropping Quidditch in exchange for taking up Broom Racing had hurt, but I knew that this sport was the one that I was most naturally intended for. My strength and my stalwartness made me perfect for facing foes and fellows alike, and in this endeavor, I had to be quick on my feet, able to react, and able to respond to dangers of all sorts. Tightening my grip on my Moontrimmer, I inhaled the frosty air, noting my opponents in turn. Unfortunately, my twin was unable to inform me much about what I was facing beyond the fact that many opponents, specifically from Hogwarts, would not be human like myself.

Hugging my broom to my arm, I breathe into my cupped hands, warming myself up for the first event and my first competition in this area. Hanzo and Greta had partaken in dueling, and I, knowing that I was not especially gifted in the realm of casting, decided to go with a more physically encouraged route. Of course I would be there for them, as I hoped they would be here for me. But even if they weren't, I knew that they would be there in spirit.

It seemed that Hogwarts was not the only school cursed with a mixture of dark magic and misfortune... Durmstrang had recently been stricken by fear and paranoia. Fear of the dark, the literal dark, that which Satan and his minions control. Being of a more... shall we call it intuitive, perhaps curious... mindset, I had been naturally lurking about the school, listening for rumors and attempting to put together more and more pieces of the puzzle. I had no reason to believe that any of these events were mere circumstance. I know that there is more going on than what meets the eye... but I know that I cannot do anything on my own. I need help just as my brother needs my help.

Until then, I must keep my wits and facts about me. One never knows when evil strikes, or when madness makes itself apparent. For now, broom racing. When I have myself a formidable lead, that is when I shall muse more to myself and discover more; thinking of ways to more effectively further my research and skulking between these multitudes of magical schools.

Preparing for Take-off (Flying)

Statistics & Abilities

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Stamina 10 | Strength 10 | Evasion 10
Wisdom 7 | Accuracy 10 | ArcPower 0

Obnoxiously Strong
+10% to all Strength Checks
Perfectionist
-1 Critical Fail Spell Chances

Broom: Moontrimmer Twink Broom
- +3 to Evasion and Stamina ^ added above ^
- 10% Auto-Dodge Chance
Speed: N/A (Max speed of 5)

Race day... time had gone so fast ever since the time he signed up. He had already made his way down to the grounds and stood their awaiting for the start, his mouth eagerly chewing on a piece of gum to settle his nerves. Even though it didn't look like it, Percy was actually quite nervous for this particular event. If you weren't then you were either a stone cold liar or a clumsy old soul walking into something they shouldn't. Broom racing was well known to be dangerous, probably more dangerous than quidditch if you thought about it. However, Percy knew what he was getting into and had the skills to deal with it head on.

As time went on, more and more people showed up to the track, including students from the other schools. They were a strange bunch, but even he knew they were probably equally as educated with the broom than he was. Percy gripped his trusty Tinderblast broomstick tightly as he gazed now and then at the newcomers, who wore their own broom racing attire. For himself, the Slytherin decided to wear a sweater overall with a range of protective leather over the top to protect his body. It was different compared to the rest, but at least it showed style.

Suddenly, when Percy was examining one of the French students someone roughly bumped into from behind. That person was a Dumstrang student, who arrogantly walked through him and said "sorry" in that annoying Russian accent. Percy stared at him coldly as he walked off, picking up something that could only be described as mumbled Russian gibberish. Gray turned his head to the left and spit his gum to the floor before snarling at the student, almost if he knew he did it on purpose "Bí ag faire ort féin..." mumbled the boy in Irish. It was clear whatever he said in Russian was not meant to be heard by his ears.

When the boy walked over to his place Percy made sure to keep an eye on him as he mounted his own broom, anxious for the race to start. The only thing he would take for a win was either him or someone else from hogwarts coming first ahead of the other schools. This was more bigger than him, this was representing Hogwarts on an international level as a team.

Reminder: please enter. This starts on Oct. 10th

Mikael looked around at the many different faces of his competition. The different schools didn't seem to make much difference. Everyone was against one another, and it was oddly refreshing. It had been one of the reasons he had left the Quidditch team. He no longer had the responsibility of helping or relying on his teammates. Now, it was just him against the world and he wouldn't have it any other way. It had always been easier to trust himself than those around him. Mikael knew he wouldn't betray himself. Relying on others only puts you at a disadvantage. At any moment that person could withdrawal their help and you could crumble to the ground. Mikael refused to let himself be that weak, especially, in front of others.

The boy was wearing his broom racing uniform that proudly proclaimed which school he was from. Inwardly he thought that Durmstrang was the best school here. Though, he knew that was a fact supported by every student here, but towards their own schools. That didn't stop him from still agreeing with his earlier thought. Sure they hadn't won the Quidditch match with Hogwarts, but that did little to sway his sentiment. For someone who showed little care for those around him, he showed a lot of care for his school's image. This confused Mikael a little as he found it hard to distinguish his true feelings. Did he care or not? He knew he didn't care, but why did he somewhat care? Mikael cared for Yefim, but that didn't mean he cared about some random kid in his class.

Mikael mounted his Moontrimmer. He had gotten quite attached to the broom, he liked the way it flew high in the sky with graceful ease. Whenever he was on the broom he could pretend the world was far away. Times like these, Mikael wished it was just him and Yefim. Maybe on their brooms flying high above the world away from others. Like a certain wide-eyed puppy dog Quidditch Boy. All things to considered Niffler was one of the better ones. Even Mikael couldn't say he actually truly disliked the boy, and maybe he even somewhat liked him. Though one thing that had been grating on his nerves lately was the closeness that Niffler and Yefim seemed to carry.

It was entirely possible that he was just imagining things. Though he had trouble telling. Mikael wasn't so sure when the two had become closer, but he didn't like it. A weird feeling grew in his chest. One that felt foreign and weird to him. Mikael was a tad too tired to deal with his thoughts, and he decided to sort through them later. Deciding to focus on the race, he hoped Durmstrang would be able to win this race today.

Stats:

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Abilities: Lovely Creature and Terrible Presence

Broom: Moontrimmer [+3 to two separate stats, +10% chance to auto-dodge an attack, twink broom]

Stats: | Stamina 8 | Evasion 8 [+3 Moontrimmer] | Strength 8 | Wisdom 3 [+3 Moontrimmer] | Arcan Power 4 | Accuracy 9 |