Angélique de Clairmont
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Angélique, the daughter of Philippe de Clairmont and Chantal Dubois, was raised in a high classed and proper lifestyle. Her father, an Archivist, Restoration specialist, and translator at a local University and her Mother was a Homemaker. She has never wanted for anything, she has never had to work for anything, and she is technically the oldest grandchild to Césarine and Mathurin de Clairmont. However, in a long line of pureblood pride, Philippe married a muggle making Angélique a halfblood and therefore not worthy of being the heir to her grandmother de Clairmont's fortune. She grew up always hearing her father speak about her aunt Isabelle, the one she only ever saw during holidays, and their bitter rivalry. Her father always complained that Isabelle was good at everything and how hard he had to work to achieve. It had also appeared over the years that her cousin Santario had inherited the same insufferable traits as Isabelle. To top that sundae with a cherry, Angélique was looked over as the de Clairmont heir for Santario because her cousin’s blood was still pure. Regardless of her strained relationships with her extended family her home life was wonderful. She loved listening to her father talk about his work and the languages he knew. Her mother was an amazing woman and while being muggle born she didn’t need magic or a caterer to put together one of the best parties you have ever been to. Angélique watched her in awe as the women must have been a goddess to accomplish all that she did for their home.
Angélique being a recklessly adventurous child it was no surprise that her first instance of magic was as she was trying to open a gate that stopped her from getting somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be. She jiggled the bars with her tiny hands and huffed exasperatedly before she heard a click. Hesitantly she pushed the gate and it slowly swung open for her. No hesitation she giggled loudly and ran through it taking off to go find adventure!
Angélique found that while at Beauxbatons, she struggled just like her father. Her studies were average as she preferred to focus on cute boys, books, and broom racing instead. While athletic in nature, when she tried out for the quidditch team, she was told she lacked the natural skill they were looking for. She decided that not being on the quidditch team was for the best as her face was too pretty to be hit by a bludger. Then she tried out for the duelling team, but her peers were far better than she was, and they once again were chosen over her. Maybe if Beauxbatons ever developed a cheer squad, she could excel there. However, that was when it seemed like her saving grace was presented to her. Finally, broom racing had become eligible, and wouldn’t you know it something she could finally excel at. Something she could finally be better at than her cousin.
Besides obsessing over wanting to prove that she should be the proper heir over her cousin, Angélique, enjoys dancing as a hobby. Not only does it seem to bring a peace to her, but it also helps keep her agile and limber for broom racing. She loves spending time with her friends, reading and learning about cultures, and the freedom of flying the faster the better.
Angélique being a recklessly adventurous child it was no surprise that her first instance of magic was as she was trying to open a gate that stopped her from getting somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be. She jiggled the bars with her tiny hands and huffed exasperatedly before she heard a click. Hesitantly she pushed the gate and it slowly swung open for her. No hesitation she giggled loudly and ran through it taking off to go find adventure!
Angélique found that while at Beauxbatons, she struggled just like her father. Her studies were average as she preferred to focus on cute boys, books, and broom racing instead. While athletic in nature, when she tried out for the quidditch team, she was told she lacked the natural skill they were looking for. She decided that not being on the quidditch team was for the best as her face was too pretty to be hit by a bludger. Then she tried out for the duelling team, but her peers were far better than she was, and they once again were chosen over her. Maybe if Beauxbatons ever developed a cheer squad, she could excel there. However, that was when it seemed like her saving grace was presented to her. Finally, broom racing had become eligible, and wouldn’t you know it something she could finally excel at. Something she could finally be better at than her cousin.
Besides obsessing over wanting to prove that she should be the proper heir over her cousin, Angélique, enjoys dancing as a hobby. Not only does it seem to bring a peace to her, but it also helps keep her agile and limber for broom racing. She loves spending time with her friends, reading and learning about cultures, and the freedom of flying the faster the better.
Last edited by Santario Martin on 15 Jul 2021, 15:56, edited 6 times in total.
Healing Sage: +30% healing | Prodigal Charms | Impartial | Fearless
Stamina : 10 | Evasion : 7 | Strength : 3 | Wisdom : 12 | Arcane Power : 10 | Accuracy : 15
Stamina : 10 | Evasion : 7 | Strength : 3 | Wisdom : 12 | Arcane Power : 10 | Accuracy : 15
Angélique de Clairmont
Stats
Stamina: 10 | Evasion: 7 | Strength: 15 | Wisdom: 6 | Arc Power: 3 | Accuracy: 15
[6 stats from Sports Wins]
Stamina: 10 | Evasion: 7 | Strength: 15 | Wisdom: 6 | Arc Power: 3 | Accuracy: 15
[6 stats from Sports Wins]
Extracurricular| Broom Racer
Broom| Silver Arrow
Stats| +3 to all
Top Speed| 5
Abilities
Year 1 Fearless Word Count: 402
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Year 2 Evasive maneuvers Word Count: 416The sky is the limit, and you can’t fully take advantage of that if you are too afraid to seize your moment. Angélique knew from the first moment that a broom flew up into her hand that she wanted to take off and fly as high as the stars. She had always been a child of adventure, and even the fencing around her home couldn’t keep her in. No matter what, her parents told her. It didn’t matter that dangerous wild animals were lurking in nature; she wanted to see the world outside of her gilded cage. Always clambering over the fence to explore the countryside, approaching wild fauna, and watch the fish, turtles, and frogs in the local river.
The thrill of a new animal, kicking off the grass on a broom, and going into unexplored areas was what she lived for. Adrenaline always coursed through her veins, and instead of being afraid of it, she embraced it with open arms. The way her heart raced, pounding hard in her chest, was like the beat of her own drum that she marched to. She could even remember the first day that it happened and excited her. She had snuck away from her au pair to hop the gate and pick some wildflowers. While she minded her own business across the clearing, a fully grown male red deer emerged from the trees. It was easily three to four times her size, and when she saw it, her heart jumped so hard into her throat, but instead of feeling fear, she was excited.
The deer did not approach her or put her in any danger other than its rather large existence. All it did was stand there and observe her just as she stood there and watched it. She could recognize that she was being given a gift to see such a beautiful creature.
In flying class, she noticed it again when she mounted her broom and kicked off. Even when some of her other classmates presented themselves too afraid to even call the broom to their hands, she was already flying high into the sky. Pushing the school broom to its limits flying around the designated area as fast as the broom let her. Something that landed her a harsh scolding from the professor and the promise of detention if she should ever pull a stunt like that again in her class.
The thrill of a new animal, kicking off the grass on a broom, and going into unexplored areas was what she lived for. Adrenaline always coursed through her veins, and instead of being afraid of it, she embraced it with open arms. The way her heart raced, pounding hard in her chest, was like the beat of her own drum that she marched to. She could even remember the first day that it happened and excited her. She had snuck away from her au pair to hop the gate and pick some wildflowers. While she minded her own business across the clearing, a fully grown male red deer emerged from the trees. It was easily three to four times her size, and when she saw it, her heart jumped so hard into her throat, but instead of feeling fear, she was excited.
The deer did not approach her or put her in any danger other than its rather large existence. All it did was stand there and observe her just as she stood there and watched it. She could recognize that she was being given a gift to see such a beautiful creature.
In flying class, she noticed it again when she mounted her broom and kicked off. Even when some of her other classmates presented themselves too afraid to even call the broom to their hands, she was already flying high into the sky. Pushing the school broom to its limits flying around the designated area as fast as the broom let her. Something that landed her a harsh scolding from the professor and the promise of detention if she should ever pull a stunt like that again in her class.
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One of Angélique’s hobbies was dance, and while she didn’t take it as seriously as others, she did find that it kept her exceedingly limber. Dancing gave you a distinct understanding and control over your own body, allowing you to trust it in the movements you wanted to make. Dancing wasn’t something you always thought about after you truly learned a dance. From there, it was all muscle memory, and you need to trust that your body knew exactly what it needed to do it and how it needed to move to make it happen. When you didn’t was when you started to overthink, and that is when you would find yourself screwing up a move or your timing. In dance, timing is everything coordinating your body around others, ensuring that you are aware of your own movements and those around you. If another dancer on the floor goes to the wrong spot or, god forbid, falls, you need to be able to avoid that so that you, yourself, do not get harmed. This is one of the things that Angélique learned that she excelled at. Her body didn’t need instruction from her; it just moved and avoided those who made mistakes around her. Even when she herself made a mistake, she always seemed to manage to do it in such a way that she never hit anyone else in the process.
The same came to her when she was on a broom practicing for broom racing. Flying through the trees, quidditch goal posts, and other obstacles that they would have created for training. She found herself avoiding other players more than most of the others, seeming to fly gracefully around obstacles and dodging the ones that she wasn’t expecting. While she still got waylaid by something here or there, it was still very notable that her body seemed to react sometimes before she had processed a danger around her and avoided it.
As a child in favor of adventuring, she thought it had to deal with the fact that she knew her land, or thought she did, and could always just avoid holes in the ground that threatened to roll the ankles of people unlucky enough to step in them. Or even evade that spot that was just slippery enough to make you slip into the river. She was just a lucky young lady with a body that seemed to know how to react and sometimes before she even or ever knew she needed to.
The same came to her when she was on a broom practicing for broom racing. Flying through the trees, quidditch goal posts, and other obstacles that they would have created for training. She found herself avoiding other players more than most of the others, seeming to fly gracefully around obstacles and dodging the ones that she wasn’t expecting. While she still got waylaid by something here or there, it was still very notable that her body seemed to react sometimes before she had processed a danger around her and avoided it.
As a child in favor of adventuring, she thought it had to deal with the fact that she knew her land, or thought she did, and could always just avoid holes in the ground that threatened to roll the ankles of people unlucky enough to step in them. Or even evade that spot that was just slippery enough to make you slip into the river. She was just a lucky young lady with a body that seemed to know how to react and sometimes before she even or ever knew she needed to.
Year 3 Evasive Maneuvers II Word Count: 432
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Angél had come a long way from adventuring around her backyard and practicing dancing with her friends at school. Though that didn’t stop her from doing either of those things. Dancing was still a great way to keep limber and learn how the muscles in your body react to specific movements. It helped her while she flew, knowing that if she flexed her muscles in a certain way, she could maneuver herself through the tighter areas of the track.
Last year, her first opportunity came in October of 2020 to fly on a real track with real competitors. It had been exhilarating to be one of the ones to get through all the narrow passages, forest, and brambles completely unharmed. Not to mention bobbing around the other students who took off at the same time while casting spells. Her skill was impeccable, but if there was one thing that she had learned about Hogwarts was that it was chaotic, and the next race, she might not be so lucky.
Angél would push for Broom racing practices at school to be more rigorous. After all, they were known for having the best, so they needed to make sure that they were never dethroned. If that meant trying to propose harsher tracks to practice on and probably be declined, then so be it. It wouldn’t stop her from trying to weave in and out of the towers on their castle and anything else she could make into an obstacle.
During school, she rushed around more, taking tighter corners and running through the more crowded pathways. Finding out that she bumped into or had close calls with people less and less as time went on. Then came June of 2021, where she took her broom and zipped around the forest enclosed on her family's plot of land in the countryside. There were some injuries here and there that her father would take care of, but all in all, she was right, and her practice was really paying off.
Finally, what would seem like the last testament to practicing her skills was the official broom race in July of 2021. This time more racers were on the field than she remembered being some of them far more intimidating. While during this race, there were some bumps and bruises, she had made it a personal goal to get past the famous Whomping Willow unharmed, and she had done just that. Whipping past the dangerous tree and pulled into victory, being the raining champion in Broom Racing and bringing her team to glory. She felt unstoppable and untouchable.
Last year, her first opportunity came in October of 2020 to fly on a real track with real competitors. It had been exhilarating to be one of the ones to get through all the narrow passages, forest, and brambles completely unharmed. Not to mention bobbing around the other students who took off at the same time while casting spells. Her skill was impeccable, but if there was one thing that she had learned about Hogwarts was that it was chaotic, and the next race, she might not be so lucky.
Angél would push for Broom racing practices at school to be more rigorous. After all, they were known for having the best, so they needed to make sure that they were never dethroned. If that meant trying to propose harsher tracks to practice on and probably be declined, then so be it. It wouldn’t stop her from trying to weave in and out of the towers on their castle and anything else she could make into an obstacle.
During school, she rushed around more, taking tighter corners and running through the more crowded pathways. Finding out that she bumped into or had close calls with people less and less as time went on. Then came June of 2021, where she took her broom and zipped around the forest enclosed on her family's plot of land in the countryside. There were some injuries here and there that her father would take care of, but all in all, she was right, and her practice was really paying off.
Finally, what would seem like the last testament to practicing her skills was the official broom race in July of 2021. This time more racers were on the field than she remembered being some of them far more intimidating. While during this race, there were some bumps and bruises, she had made it a personal goal to get past the famous Whomping Willow unharmed, and she had done just that. Whipping past the dangerous tree and pulled into victory, being the raining champion in Broom Racing and bringing her team to glory. She felt unstoppable and untouchable.
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