Fall Games Quidditch: Gryffindor v Slytherin

Looking up at the gloomy grey sky above her, feeling the cold raindrops hitting on the skin. Before the first game beginning of this year, there were a lot of changes within the Gryffindor team. The captain and the co-captain were still on the team but some other players left ever since the dual club officially opened. Well, it didn't bother Griseldis that much because it was their own choice after all. She had been practicing as a Beater for months now and with a new Partner, she hoped they could work well together. Not to mention, Kyle came back to the team which should be a good sign as well. There were a few new faces so hopefully with a mix of new and old, they could show something different in this game. With this hopeful thought on Griseldis's mind, getting herself ready on the Silver Arrow and flew up in the air with a confident smile on her face.

Action: Doing as strategized.

Stats:

Stamina: 10 (13)
Evasion: 8 (11)
Strength: 8 (11)
Wisdom: 5 (8)
Arcane Power: 7 (10)
Accuracy: 8 (11)

Ability:

Fearless - Fear effects such as a dhmpir's aura, the ability terrible presence, a lycanothrope's intimidation or certain charms, potions and jinxes that would normally cause a fear effect do not work on you as you are immune to them.

Martial Artist - N/A

Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 to every stat)

First Game. And he was benched.

He was a bit peeved. He wasn't going to lie. He wasnt exactly partial to being benched. As petty as it was; the fact that he was on second-string now was hardly anything to celebrate. Although, sustaining what he had, this was to be expected.

He wanted to be up there, up in the skies with the rest of his team. But he wasn't, and he was extremely quiet as he entered, sat, broom next to him and his 65 still secured on his uniform. At least he hadn't lost that. That was something. He could've not been down at the pitch at all, not been playing or in his beloved uniform one bit. He had to at least be thankful he could still support the team.

Action: Benched/As per Plan/Arriving
Stats: Stamina | 9 | Evasion | 5 | Strength | 3 | Wisdom | 8 | Arcane Power | 9 | Accuracy | 7
Abilities: Charming, Fearless
Broom: Silver Arrow

INTERACTING WITH: @Alan Vanes, @Piérre Marchonné
MENTIONING: @Rafael D'Spacito, @Persephone Barret

Rain. Why did it have to be rain. Of all the autumn weathers that it could have been, this was honestly probably the most likely, but that didn't make it any better. Although, perhaps this was for the best in a way. As Evelynn made her way onto the pitch, hair up in a clean french braid and her new Silver Arrow firmly in hand, she was so miserable with the weather that she forgot to be nervous. The nerves that had been coiling about her belly like the writhing snakes against which they were about to face were sent running to their dark and dry little dens away from the torrential onslaught.

If only the same could be said about the Slytherin players themselves. Unfortunately, they'd have to clash on the pitch. Although she'd had a small taste of what it might be like to face against Hufflepuff in the practice game last spring, Slytherin remained to be the only team that Evelynn had faced in any official capacity. In that game, she'd still been a second string player, forced to watch from the bench as Fillestar tried desperately to catch the snitch. Then, when it had come to her turn to take his place after witnessing his plummet to the relentless earth, she had tried—and failed—to do what he could not. They'd still somehow managed to pull out a victory within the allotted time, but it had been a close call.

Even as she stood there, at the edge of the locker room and letting the seconds string out into procrastinating the inevitable step into the hateful downpour, images from that last match flashed before her eyes. Clearer than most was that of Severin seeking to knock her from her broom. She'd narrowly avoided that. Had even ended the Chief's blatching streak with a lucky maneuvering out of the way. She wasn't likely to be so lucky this time, though. This time, where she was now the first string. First string seeker. Designated punching bag. It hadn't really occurred to her at the time nearly a year ago when she'd first signed up for the team what, exactly, it would mean to seek this position. Hers were the keen eyes for spotting details and hard-to-find items. That's why she had signed up for it.

With a sigh and slight hunch of her shoulders as though that would somehow protect her against the rain, she stepped forward. Her misery increased the moment she had, cold spittle immediately sprinkling the top of her plait and soaking through to scald with promise of more and colder to come the moment she mounted. What an unfortunate way to start the season…

"Hm?" The sound of her own name had drifted out from her rear causing her to pause mid stride to turn to its source. "Hello, Vanes," she offered, attempting to inject as much warmth into the greeting as she was able. His concern was immediately apparent to her, and she was struck with the irony of the situation. Once before, she had sought affirmation and reassurance from him. Now, it was the other way around. When he had finished, she offered a small, but reassuring smile, "I don't think—"

Then, as though on cue from a director with a poor sense of comedic humor, a small figure in red came flying from stage left, tripped, and skid across the mud. Evelynn could do little other than watch, brows lofted as Piérre collected himself and stood. And then she had about half a second's realization with two hasty and futile steps of retreat before the figure of filth and grass flung his arms around her. To her credit—or perhaps only because her arms were pinned and one hand occupied with holding her Silver—she somehow managed to stop herself from throwing him off. Nonetheless, she could practically feel the transfer of mud and grass to what had been her own pristine uniform.

"I aim to make this a quick game.." she replied stiffly in response to the boy's over exuberance, lips thin and the corner of one eye twitching. That much was true, at least. The sooner she caught the snitch, the sooner she'd be able to get out of the rain, out of the uniform that already clung to her, shower, warm up, and reset her mindset. Still, she had no intention of starting this match out without at least a shred of dignity. Bending, she slipped her wand from its hidden sheath on the interior lining of her boot, pointed it at herself, and muttered, "Scourgify."

"As I was saying…" she continued when Pierre had plied himself off, she had returned her wand to its holding place, and she was able to turn back to Vanes again. "I don't think we're ever really ready. I'm not sure what D'Spacito told you, but no, you're not just a benched player." She jutted her chin up towards where other players were already making their way. "You're first string, though, and you're going to be starting with us. You'll be alright, though. If you have to, just focus on the Quaffle. Get the quaffle, take it to the Slytherin end, throw it through a hoop. Simple. They're not likely to pay you much mind. The worst you'll likely have to contend with is their chasers. Don't think too hard."

From there came the following words of Pierre, and then D'Spacito. To her, they were mostly drowned out by the rain, however, drifting and melding into each other as she excused herself to continue along her trek towards center. Even still, as she mounted her broom, she was able to make out the snippy remark of their captain as he reassured Alan about not needing to worry about bludgers. Our seeker, on the other hand… Yes. Lovely. Thank you, Captain. She was already painfully aware that they would be gunning for her; his comment only served to twist that knife of worry. Knock some heads. What were they, the Falmouth Falcons? She hesitated for a moment, shooting him a contained, half-lidded glare, more than a little tempted to hex him right on the spot. She'd never get away with it, though, with so many eyes upon her. Perhaps a little gift for after the game, then..

With a sharp exhale through her nose, she peeled her gaze back and mounted, kicking off without another word. She'd leave the encouraging shouts to him. And DeRook, as it seemed. She needed her head in the game if she wanted any chance of not disappointing her team or giving their idiot Captain any more fuel for his irrational prejudice. If she was going to have her gold '23' remembered with reverence as she so strove, she would need to focus.

As she kicked off and joined the circle of players waiting for the start, the familiar weightless feeling seemed to lift the burden of pouring rain and heavy expectation from her shoulders, and she was almost successful in this effort to cool her head and get into the right mode. Almost. In a cursory pass over the opposing team, she caught sight of possibly the only individual who could have spoiled her euphoria of flight. There, across amidst the Slytherin team, sat Persephone Barret. Evelynn's heart plummeted for a good moment before a quick dip of the eyes at least confirmed that the girl wasn't wielding a bat. That was.. something, at least. Still, how this particular addition to their roster had gone unnoticed, she wasn't sure. And she certainly didn't relish the idea of having that creature anywhere near her on the pitch. A reflexive glance towards D'Spacito actually brought with it an unexpected flutter of reassurance. Perhaps the antics of the Blatch King wouldn't be such a revolting notion for once…

Action: Doing as strategized

Statistics: ‎ ‏‏‎‎ ‎ STA | 7 (10)‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ STR | 2‏‏‎ (5)‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ EVA | 10‏‏‎ (13) ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ WIS | 10‏‏‎ (13) ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎ ARC | 2‏‏‎ (5) ‎ ‎ ACC | 10 (13)
Abilities: Keen Eye, Fearless
Broom: Silver Arrow

Stats
Stamina: 8 (+3 silver arrow) = 11
Evasion: 10 (+3 silver arrow) = 13
Strength: 15 (+3 silver arrow) = 18
Wisdom: 3 (+3 silver arrow) = 6
Arcane Power: 3 (+3 silver arrow) = 6
Accuracy: 7 (+3 silver arrow) = 10

Broom: Silver Arrow +3 all stats, twink broom.

Abilities:
Part Veela:
Alluring 10% chance that an attack against her will target an unintended target.
Scream: N/a
Fearless: Immune to fear effects.
Evasive Maneuvers: 10% auto dodge.

Action: whatever Dan tells me my action is.

Stats: Stamina: 10
Evasion: 10
Strength: 15
Wisdom: 2
Arcane power: 5
Accuracy: 4

Broom: Tinderblast - When a bludger misses an ally there is a 20% chance to hit it towards a random opponent

Abilities: Obnoxiously Strong - +10% strength

Action: Doing as Strategized

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Interacting With: @Erin Ryan
Mentioning: N/A
Hex Color: #800000

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Dammit! Rafael couldn’t help but think, his foot having only narrowly missing its target as the referee’s whistle sounded to commemorate his utter failure. The blatches had bloody missed. In the midst of the ongoing game, the young Captain could do nothing to suppress the anger that soon leaked all over his handsome features – his cheeks red and eyes narrowed, he would waste not a moment in glancing over at the cause of his misfortune. “Not today, pretty boy!” she’d yelled in his direction, that Erin Ryan. His face only reddened further at the remark, this time the shade having nothing to do with his anger. Damned wrong she was, the hot beater chick would get hers. “Watch your ass, blondie!” he would counter back sourly, before shooting her a wide, charming grin, tacking a wink at the end as he turned his broom towards the lap he was to take. If it would get her skin to crawl, he would try it – he hated beaters.

Best make this lap quick, then, he reasoned to himself, leaning forward as to force his broom to move faster through the air. It would only be a matter of time before disaster struck again.

Action • Doing As Strategized

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STAM | 10 EVA | 5 STR | 10

WIS | 4 ARC | 2 ACC | 10

────────────────────────────── Interception | When a Quaffle is being passed, users with this ability automatically get a chance to Intercept the quaffle. This does not replace their normal action for the round. This puts the quaffle in your and by extension your teams' possession. Also, if the Quaffle is dropped for any reason, you would automatically (without it taking up an action) attempt another Quafflegrab. At present there would be no mid-round way to drop a quaffle due to the order of operations, however there will be certain effects in future patches that can cause this effect. ──────────────────────────────

Broom | Nimbus 1700 [Stats Added]

Position | Chaser [FS]

Flying up into the sky, her iceblue hues kept a close eye on the Quaffle. The dhampir couldn't remember when she had ever caught it. Not that she minded it much. She had a very strong Chaser colleague. The years they had been flying together had flown by (hah..). Alexx was good at what she did, making the redhead a suitable plan B.

Being ever so close, Nico could notice how Alexx' fingers let go of the Quaffle for a moment, briefly letting it fall into the hands of Alan Vanes. Her cold eyes watched his back intently, on purpose or not. The dhampir was aware that their rivaling team wasn't to be underestimated.
Cold like the colour of her eyes, she'd sent chills down the spine of the ones who were most of concern. Not that she had any control on who her strange aura would have an effect. One would just have to fight through it and be brave.

She'd fly passed Alan, her hood flapping in the wind before turning back to watch Alexx gracefully score. Where had there Keeper gone to? With a smile, wet by the rain Nico would call out to her Chaser colleague, loud enough over the cheers of the benched ones and crowd. 'Nice shot.'

With a gracefull turn, Nico'd show off the big '0' on her back. A number that wasn't really a number. It mirrored how she felt about herself, but also what she hoped to overcome. To become more than just an nobody. To no longer be invisible. But not now... Her aura would be lucky and unlucky to the right people...

Doing as strategized.

Reducio

Stats and Abilities

Stamina: 13 | Evasion: 8 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 6 | ArcPower: 2 | Accuracy: 8

Lovely Creature

Effect: You are very distracting to look at. This increases the Control DC of spells in duels and adventures by +2 as well as the DC for finding things in adventures or the DC for finding the snitch in a game of Quidditch. This ability does not stack.

Unsetteling Aura

A Dhampir's Unsettling Aura becomes noticeable. This is created by their presence. It is that uncanny feeling one gets where the small hairs on the back of their neck stand on end and the flesh on their arms turn to gooseflesh. It is as if the room itself was turned down by several degrees and one's heart was filled with a foreboding sense.

Effect: This represented as a 10% auto-fail rate for anyone besides the Dhampir (or other Dhampirs) to perform an action or cast a spell. Unfortunately, this prevents a dhampir from being hidden (entering stealth) when in use. As such any attempts to be hidden in a topic while this is on would automatically fail. However, a dhampir can turn off their aura at the cost of an action (unlike those that have the ability terrible presence) and as an action turn back on their aura. This ability does not stack in intensity when multiple Dhampirs have it activated.

Broom : Tinderblast

In the role of Chaser, as a free action if the user of this broom is successful in the quafflegrab they can as a free action pass the Quaffle to another user in an attempt to score. There is a chance of the quaffle being intercepted, however due to the fact that the user is "so fast" with the quaffle this would be considered "surprising" and the attempt to score would be done at +3 accuracy by the player it was passed to in an attempt to score.

Note: The attempt to score would be an automatic attempt by the user that catches the passed quaffle.

Open to interactions!
Interacting with
Mentioning @Erin Ryan

For Moderation:
Position: First String Chaser
Action: Doing as strategized (Penalty Lap)
Health: 800/800
Broom: Silver Arrow (+3 to all stats)
Abilities: Lovely Creature | Fearless | Terrible Presence
Stats: Stamina 5 (8) | Evasion 10 (13) | Strength 5 (8) | Wisdom 9 (12) | Arcane Power 10 (13) | Accuracy 6 (9)

There was a possibility that going straight for a blatch this early in the game was not Ana's best idea. Especially considering that the beater she had been gunning for had managed to dodge. She wrinkled her nose slightly upon hearing the order for a penalty lap. She huffed slightly, as she had been hoping that he would somehow fail to notice her flying right at another person. As she made quick work of her penalty lap, she contemplated the nature of latching. To be perfectly frank, she thought it was quite stupid it was a foul. She would imagine that being blatched by her would be far less painful than taking a bludger from the blonde she had been going for. If people were allowed to fling about projectiles, why not allow them to fling themselves? She ought to blatch the announcer. That would show him. Or at least stop him from calling any more penalty laps? There was always the option of just following the rules in order to avoid penalty laps, but that didn't sound overly appealing to the brunette.

She completed her irritation of a penalty lap as quickly as she could, and readied herself for whatever might come next.

Alexx was beaming. It was the first game of the season, and she had the first goal. Against Slytherin's biggest rival, no less! This was going to be her year, she just knew it. She had been training over the summer- preparing to do something great. Greater than great, even. But what she knew now is that she had put the Quaffle through the net, and overcome the unsettling feeling that was in her gut.

There certainly was something in the air, though. Something about one of those Gryffindor players was... Off. She didn't know who, and she didn't know what, but more than once out there her instincts kicked in and she felt like cowering away in the corner, behind the safety of the beaters. Despite persevering through it, she couldn't help but still feel more than a little creeped out by it all. Maybe it was just unfortunate timing.

Still, hot off a goal, Alexx was ready to go again. She had never felt so fresh out there, so ready to make plays and help her team win this. All she needed to do was get her hands back on that quaffle, and she was sure she could sneak one past Gryffindor again. Hearing Nico's praise and feeling a little ego boost, she offered her teammate a thumbs up and a wide, wide smile.

She raised a fist in the air in celebration as she looked to her fellow teammates, hoping this goal had given them a confidence boost. After last season, they certainly needed it.

Actions: As strategized

Reducio

Position: Chaser

Abilities:
a1. 's Grace: You can enter threads hidden from other users. There is a 25% chance of this being successful. This can be countered by those with Sixth Sense where if you enter the topic successfully hidden, they get a roll to see if they detect you anyways. You would no longer be considered hidden if you attempt to communicate or you interact with the environment in any ways (such as trying to steal something or hit someone). On any stealth checks, you have a +2 to your stealth.

a2. Sixth Sense: 2 to their awareness rolls. If a player attempts to enter a thread that you are already in, there is a 25% chance that you automatically detect them on entry.

a3. Lovely Creature: You are very distracting to look at. This increases the Control DC of spells in duels and adventures by +2 as well as the DC for finding things in adventures or the DC for finding the snitch in a game of Quidditch. This ability does not stack.

In Quidditch: The Lovely Creature ability in Quidditch matches only affects the snitch search DC for the opponent team.

a4. Foulplay: When performing a foul in quidditch, there is a 25% chance that the foul will go unnoticed by the referees. This would also apply if applicable to duels, wizard chess and gobstones.

Statistics:
Strength: 9
Stamina: 10
Arc Power: 7
Wisdom: 5
Evasion: 9 (+3 = 12)
Accuracy: 11 (+3 = 14)

Broom:
moontrimmer
Stats: +3 to two separate stats of choice.
Effect: You have exceptional dodge. +10% chance to auto-dodge an attack.