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Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):Old statistics:Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 6 | Accuracy: 6Taylor did not have a happy childhood.
She was born to a magical family, and thus knew of the magical community, and the fact that she would go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when she turned eleven years old, ever since she was little. She looked forward to it. It wasn't like there was much at home to miss, anyway, unless you counted the constant screaming and bickering of her parents.
Both her parents worked at the Ministry of Magic, at the very top of their fields. They should have been a happy family, but sadly, that was impossible. Whenever her parents started an argument, they would shut the door, leaving the little girl outside by herself. She almost always stayed to listen, for she could never know why they could not get along, for just one day.
As a result of all the drama going on at home, Taylor often went outside, out of the house, to be by herself. She had friends, but during times likes these, she preferred to be left alone, miserable and angry at her parents.
One such day, Taylor had just ran out of the house, due to a particularly vicious argument. She'd sat down on a park bench, and sighed. Why couldn't she have a happy life? All around her were families going about, up for a lovely day in the park. Why couldn't she have something like that?
Suddenly, a voice spoke in her head. Ah, I see you are not happy with your parents.
Startled, Taylor jumped up, earning a couple of stares from a passerby, but she didn't care. 'Who are you?' she said in a low voice. (Because she really didn't need to be seen talking to herself)'In fact, where are you?'
Only later would she realize she had not been speaking in English, but instead making strange hissing sounds. But at that moment, Taylor had no idea she was speaking in another language.
Without meaning to, she approached the back of the park bench, and took a step onto the grass behind, which led into a grove of trees.
The voice came again, but louder, and clearer this time. I am right here, of course. And, before Taylor’s eyes, a huge snake slithered out of the woods. Its scales glistened like poison.
Was it her imagination, or did the snake fix its dark glistening eyes on her? As for who I am , that would be Lucian, please. It informed her.
Taylor blinked. Was the snake…. speaking to her? ‘Um, nice to meet you, Lucian,’ she said, rather confused. ‘Taylor.’
Lucian the snake nodded. And I am sorry to hear that you are not happy at home. My condolences.
‘Um, thanks?’
Lucian looked up at the sky. Ah, I am late for my appointment with Dr Scaly! Well, must rush. Hope to see you again, Taylor.
And away it slithered.
Taylor just stood there, stunned. Had she just had a conversation with a giant snake?
When she got home, she looked up everything about talking to snakes. Only then did she realize what she was—a Parselmouth.
A few days later, she found the courage to ask her parents about that. Instead of telling her that she must have been imagining things, they sighed, and told her the full story.
Well, long story short, it turned out that Taylor’s mother was a Pareslmouth too. It was an ability that had been in their family for generations, and now Taylor had it. However, her mother assured her, that did not mean she was from a family of dark wizards. Maybe they had been, countless generations before, but their ancestors had stopped practicing the dark arts countless generations ago. Taylor just had a special talent.
New statistics:Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 4 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 5 | Accuracy: 5
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Ability: Prodigal Charms Learner
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Stamina • 6 | Evasion • 4 | Strength • 1 | Wisdom • 7 | ArcPower • 9 | Accuracy • 8
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Jarael Morningstar has always had a curious mind ever since she was little. Her love for learning grew with how she was raised. Her mother especially was very into education and is extremely talented with potions. Although Jarael was good at potions she also had a mind to create things. Her ability to learn quickly applies to her when learning Charms. She would read as much as she could, getting an understanding of all the school books. It was the Charms syllabus that interested her the most. It came natural to her like breathing when it came to reading up on the spells and how to perform them. Although she was newly accepted to Hogwarts, the spells she read fascinated her and it gave her an appetite to learn as much as she could. She couldn’t wait to continue in Charms class.
Jarael comes from a family that likes to invent or create their own stuff. Either it be potions or spells. That type of creativity was what helped Jarael with her own creativity. She was always encouraged to take chances even if she failed. She never let that bother her. She would get back at it and start again. No matter how many times she had to do it. It was like a challenge for her and one she would never back down from. She hopes in the future she can create spells on her own. She knows she will have a long way to go before she can do that. The excitement of knowing and learning is what drives her to be the best she can be. Many times she would be in the library just reading away. She would get lost in the pages and wonder what came next or how something was done.
She can be very clever and resourceful because of all the knowledge she has tried to learn at such a young age. She knows the road ahead is long and challenging. She was taught to believe in herself and to stay patient if something does not come as easy as she may have thought. Jarael is very perceptive of her surroundings and people around her. It’s like her mind is working overtime trying to create something. It could be just her imagination because most people think she is weird. She is very intelligent but her awkwardness around people shows. She has always been to herself or with her siblings that being around others, she would need all her abilities to adapt to feel comfortable. It’s why she tends to read constantly and that’s how she learns a lot about the environment around her or even about people. She can’t wait to get into Charms class to see what she can learn from it. Her mind is swirling around with ideas and imagination. She would probably be a nuisance to her Charms Professor too. Jarael would love to pick the brain of the Professor to learn and understand as much as she can. She figures her time at Hogwarts will be a blast.
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Name of Ability or Race- Metamorphmagus
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Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 8 | Wisdom: 9 | Arcane Power: 4 | Accuracy: 4
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Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 6 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 4 | Accuracy: 4
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Name of Ability or Race- Metamorphmagus
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Quinn Root was born a Metamorphmagus, This ability comes form her grandmother for some reason it skipped her mother. Quinn's aunt, her mother's sister does have this ability. Everyone was sure that Quinn was bound to not have the ability. That was until hours after she was born, Quinns brown hair turned into the same color as the blanket the hospital wrapped her in. A light pink color. It was her aunt and grandmother who were so happy and surprised that, Both her aunt and her grandmother became bald for three hours. Her mom was confused on why her child had the ability but she did not.
When Quinn was around 4 or 5 Quinn asked her aunt, Grandmother and her parents why She, her aunt and grandmother could change their appearance, And her parents could not. That's when Quinn found out that what she could do was special. Before that talk she thought that all wizards and witches could do it. If they where powerful enough. A small part of her thought that her parents where to week to do it before they talked a bout what it was.
She shows this ability only when asked to show it. She does not find it to be as interesting as others do. When she does show it in public it's an accident. Most commonly it's when she's under pressure, Angry, sad. Basically when she shows extreme emotions. Oddly she dose not show it when she's embarrassed. Quinn is fine with this as if her ability showed when she was embarrassed, it would only make her more embarrassed. Probably embarrassed enough that she would faint.
There was one time when her mother was trying to feed her tuna when she was five, Quinn got aggravated and she made the tuna on her plate disappear. In response to the anger on having to eat the tuna and the joy upon making it disappear. Her hair and eyes turned into a bright vibrant orange for a week. Quinn's mom had to tell the muggles that they lived next to, That Quinn's hair and eyes were orange because of hair dye and contacts.
Quinn's aunt and grandmother were always teaching Quinn how to transform small things at will. Such as the shape of her nose, And the color of her hair and eyes. Her mom was not all pleased with this, Quinn's Grandmother always told her that her mom was jealous of their ability. It always made Quinn laugh and turn her hair a color, Normally a shade of green or purple.
When Quinn got her wand she showed her ability. It was when the wand glowed, When it glowed Quinn's eyes turned white and her hair turned the same pink as the time she was born. Quinn's face turned bright red. The red was from embarrassment not her ability.
So far no students at hogwarts know that she's a Metamorphmagus. That's only because no one has asked. She wants to tell people when she meets them, but Quinn does not tell them because she feels like that if she tells people they would think shes bragging or showing off. If she was to tell anyone it would be her friends and even then it would take her a while most likely weeks and possibly a month, Because she would overthink how everything would play out.
She does eventually get over her fear of people knowing, She would get over the fear when she meets another Metamorphmagus at Hogwarts who's not scared of showing the ability.
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When Quinn was around 4 or 5 Quinn asked her aunt, Grandmother and her parents why She, her aunt and grandmother could change their appearance, And her parents could not. That's when Quinn found out that what she could do was special. Before that talk she thought that all wizards and witches could do it. If they where powerful enough. A small part of her thought that her parents where to week to do it before they talked a bout what it was.
She shows this ability only when asked to show it. She does not find it to be as interesting as others do. When she does show it in public it's an accident. Most commonly it's when she's under pressure, Angry, sad. Basically when she shows extreme emotions. Oddly she dose not show it when she's embarrassed. Quinn is fine with this as if her ability showed when she was embarrassed, it would only make her more embarrassed. Probably embarrassed enough that she would faint.
There was one time when her mother was trying to feed her tuna when she was five, Quinn got aggravated and she made the tuna on her plate disappear. In response to the anger on having to eat the tuna and the joy upon making it disappear. Her hair and eyes turned into a bright vibrant orange for a week. Quinn's mom had to tell the muggles that they lived next to, That Quinn's hair and eyes were orange because of hair dye and contacts.
Quinn's aunt and grandmother were always teaching Quinn how to transform small things at will. Such as the shape of her nose, And the color of her hair and eyes. Her mom was not all pleased with this, Quinn's Grandmother always told her that her mom was jealous of their ability. It always made Quinn laugh and turn her hair a color, Normally a shade of green or purple.
When Quinn got her wand she showed her ability. It was when the wand glowed, When it glowed Quinn's eyes turned white and her hair turned the same pink as the time she was born. Quinn's face turned bright red. The red was from embarrassment not her ability.
So far no students at hogwarts know that she's a Metamorphmagus. That's only because no one has asked. She wants to tell people when she meets them, but Quinn does not tell them because she feels like that if she tells people they would think shes bragging or showing off. If she was to tell anyone it would be her friends and even then it would take her a while most likely weeks and possibly a month, Because she would overthink how everything would play out.
She does eventually get over her fear of people knowing, She would get over the fear when she meets another Metamorphmagus at Hogwarts who's not scared of showing the ability.
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Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 6 | Strength: 8 | Wisdom: 9 | Arcane Power: 4 | Accuracy: 4
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Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 5 | Strength: 6 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 4 | Accuracy: 4
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ReducioWord Count: 900/400His mind frequented by the faults of himself and others, his train of thought on a perpetual trip to perfection and picking up hundreds of philosophical passengers along the way. The creed of Leonard Oaksworth is in a constant state of change, but most prominently found as the common basis of all his charters and codes is the need to learn, and the only way to learn is through great, horrible effort. Need is used for lack of a better term, one that could precisely pinpoint just how knowledge is, a word that could encompass. From his childhood in Brighton to the burgeoning Bildungsroman of Hogwarts, the aspirant alchemist learned that knowledge was a synonym of power far more fitting than mere physical might or political influence. Knowledge, after all, was the cause and effect of virtually anything in existence, and it was with knowledge the greatest warriors were forged and the greatest nations were founded. Without knowledge, what was possible but destructive actions in futile pursuit of the self’s preservation? In this vein of ichor and intellect and far too much existentialism for someone whose graduation from kindergarten was yet to be fully behind him, he found appreciation for fictional investigators and real-life researchers, setting his shrivelled little heart onto improving life’s quality in the best way he could recognise. What he did not recognise was reason to head outside and explore the world around him. To do so would be to ignore the adventures awaiting in the mundane, the history behind a tile in the floor or a tear at a photograph’s edge being as riveting to him as paintings in museums or the enigmatic encounters of his wizard career. He developed patterns and procedures for each step he would take when faced with new environments, new people, new items of interest. Eventually, his self-nurturing integrated into his nature seamlessly, and his senses became acutely astute of what was around him.
Leonard had attended a grand total of three schools in his life, each developing a particular facet of what he supposed could very well be considered a sixth sense. He didn’t quite fancy the label of a ‘sense’ for its disregard towards his endeavours in education, and neither did he wish to associate it with a film featuring a boy who could talk to the dead. He was simply born curious, as a plethora of the populace were, and had the undeniable luck to be brought up in such a way that fostered the curiosity rather than fussed with it when it went too far and subsequently flushed it down a potty. In nursery, it was a given that his mental capacities hadn’t reached their full potential, but he had always displayed a knack for wanting to be taught about whatever his five-year-old mouth could babble on about. In primary school came the habits that would unrepentantly carve at his innocence to make for a safer, supposedly smarter Leonard Oaksworth. His love for literature began to flourish, and the genre of crime and mystery earned his rapt attention unlike any other sort of novel. He idolised the intelligence of Holmes and Marple, how they solved injustices in their English communities and were respected, even liked despite their respective personalities in more peevish depictions.
In Hogwarts, so much was alive, moving and breathing through magic he couldn’t understand yet, through knowledge he didn’t have. Paranoid to an unhealthy degree wasn’t a flattering descriptor for any preteen, but it was an accurate one when it came to the boy. His favourite charm is Lumos for a reason: as terrifying as what was seen in the light could be, nothing would surpass the horrors of what was hidden away by darkness. Perhaps he would find something meant to never been found, perhaps his discoveries would only be viewed on his tombstone, but perhaps he himself would be the torch illuminating the path before wizardkind to defend all those amateur Agatha Christie characters long after he burned out. Whether it is the new environment of an undiscovered corridor, the new people he must meet to survive the next batch of Transfiguration exams, or the new items of interest that could send another swarm of spiders to the Slytherin dormitories, he takes the smallest of details and the largest of pictures in a tapestry of cognition.
There are occasions wherein he fails, of course. Though his world has been notably infested by the supernatural, his still-developing skills are not indomitable superpowers that let him be aware of anything and everything at any and every given moment. If something manages to slip past him, he has nothing to do but shelve it along with other multitudes of mistakes, saving it for later studying, and to repeat the process once more until he got his hands on a conclusion. It is thus his sense sharpens as a sword does whether it is to cleanly slice and dice through its target or hit a blunt end of stone. Failure may prick at his pride in the moment, maybe even scar his esteem for a while, but more so does it motivate him to be alert and attentive at all times. Who knew when disaster would strike, when the slightest ripple in the water would turn to a tidal wave without his knowledge? Hopefully, he would through sheer scrutinisation of every dodgy nook or shifty cranny.
much to the detriment of leonard oaksworth’s mental health...
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Calming Presence
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"Haven, you always make me feel better when you're around."
They had always attributed it to the girl's sunny disposition or how, at the slightest injury, she seemed to suddenly appear, run up to someone, and place one of her many band-aids over the afflicted area. Haven was always taking care of others. It just took a little while longer for her parents to finally figure out it had to do something with the girl's magical blood.
Since Haven's mother was a muggle, Hayden had always assumed there'd be a chance that his daughter didn't carry on his magical gene, especially since he was seemingly always at work and never truly got the chance to experience one of her magical episodes for himself. That day Haven received her Hogwarts letter, things truly started to click into place.
"It's okay, it's okay," Haven reassured the fellow first year. She had just scraped her knee, and now was even more homesick- Haven herself was too, but she'd do everything in her power to help and lend her expertise. She quickly ran over and grabbed Mr. Mooncake before scuttling back.
"Hug him tight, and everything will be okay. I know it's hard, but look- we're at Hogwarts! It's like the most magicy magical place I've ever been in my life! And you're surrounded by friends who will help you through anything." Haven smiled as she noticed the girl starting to relax a little.
"You can plan out all that you'll do with your friends... you can even be my friend if you want!" Haven handed the girl a little treat that had been sitting in her pocket. Who knows how long it had been there. Hopefully not too long. She didn't think it'd be very good if she accidentally gave her new friend food poisoning.
"My mum promised to send me a care package every so often, and some pictures of my cat and the rest of the family and everything else! Hey, maybe you should write to your parents, that'll be sure to cheer you up! If you keep a regular correspondence, it'll be like they're at Hogwarts with you! And you can get some pictures to put by your bed. It's not quite as good as them tucking you in, but it's still quite lovely." The girl had stopped sniffling and actually looked eager.
"Okay. Let's do that."
"Great! I need to ask my mum for more toothpaste anyway. Come on, I'll show you to the owlery!" Haven took the girl's hand, smiling even brighter when she saw her face light up.
This was not the only instance in which Haven was able to help people feel better. Whether it was by offering support or just pure craziness as a distraction, people always seemed to feel better, for some strange reason.
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"Haven, you always make me feel better when you're around."
They had always attributed it to the girl's sunny disposition or how, at the slightest injury, she seemed to suddenly appear, run up to someone, and place one of her many band-aids over the afflicted area. Haven was always taking care of others. It just took a little while longer for her parents to finally figure out it had to do something with the girl's magical blood.
Since Haven's mother was a muggle, Hayden had always assumed there'd be a chance that his daughter didn't carry on his magical gene, especially since he was seemingly always at work and never truly got the chance to experience one of her magical episodes for himself. That day Haven received her Hogwarts letter, things truly started to click into place.
"It's okay, it's okay," Haven reassured the fellow first year. She had just scraped her knee, and now was even more homesick- Haven herself was too, but she'd do everything in her power to help and lend her expertise. She quickly ran over and grabbed Mr. Mooncake before scuttling back.
"Hug him tight, and everything will be okay. I know it's hard, but look- we're at Hogwarts! It's like the most magicy magical place I've ever been in my life! And you're surrounded by friends who will help you through anything." Haven smiled as she noticed the girl starting to relax a little.
"You can plan out all that you'll do with your friends... you can even be my friend if you want!" Haven handed the girl a little treat that had been sitting in her pocket. Who knows how long it had been there. Hopefully not too long. She didn't think it'd be very good if she accidentally gave her new friend food poisoning.
"My mum promised to send me a care package every so often, and some pictures of my cat and the rest of the family and everything else! Hey, maybe you should write to your parents, that'll be sure to cheer you up! If you keep a regular correspondence, it'll be like they're at Hogwarts with you! And you can get some pictures to put by your bed. It's not quite as good as them tucking you in, but it's still quite lovely." The girl had stopped sniffling and actually looked eager.
"Okay. Let's do that."
"Great! I need to ask my mum for more toothpaste anyway. Come on, I'll show you to the owlery!" Haven took the girl's hand, smiling even brighter when she saw her face light up.
This was not the only instance in which Haven was able to help people feel better. Whether it was by offering support or just pure craziness as a distraction, people always seemed to feel better, for some strange reason.
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Statistics: Stamina: 6 | Evasion: 7 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 5 | Arcane Power: 6 | Accuracy: 7It was usual for Thalia to spend time away from her family than with her family. Her brother and sister always argued, her parents were so stern and busy, and her little brother rather study or play Quidditch than hang out with his sister. So, Thalia had to make use of the loneliness she had at home. She often wandered around the manor or hung out in the garden.
One day a party was hosted at the Lightwood manor. None of the Lightwood children wanted to be there. They all hated the parties that were hosted at their manor since they had to behave and greet every guest. It was exhausting for them. Thalia had chosen to sneak away from the party and go out into the garden. It was winter that year, so it was cold and snowing. Thalia didn't care though; she liked the cold. She decided to make her way into the maze and go to the middle where the fountain and mini garden were at. The knee length white dress flowed in the cold wind causing Thalia to shiver and wrap her arms around herself for warmth.
Once she reached the fountain and little garden, she sat on the stone bench. The coldness of the bench caused Thalia to shiver a bit more. It's too cold out here little one, she heard. At first Thalia thought she imagined the voice but when she heard it again, she knew it wasn't in her head. You'll freeze, you need to get inside where it is warm.
She shook her head and looked around to find the person she was talking too. "I don't want to go inside, I hate it inside".
You'll freeze if you don't and I'm sure you don't want that, the voice said. It sounded deep and raspy but Thalia found it odd how the person stretched out there S's in words.
"Who are you?" She asked.
Look behind you, little one
Thalia was hesitant to turning around but she did anyways out of curiosity. Thalia turned only to find no one there. Her eyes traveled down as she heard the sound of slithering coming from the bush. A big black snake with an orange stripe on the end of its body came slithering out of the bush. Thalia's eyes widened but she didn't step back. Seeing the snake instead of a person gave her a sort of comforting feeling. "What's you name?" She asked the snake.
Kieran, He responded
"Nice to me-" Thalia got cut off by her father calling her name.
"Thalia who are you talking to?", Her father asked her, walking closer to her.
Thalia turned around and pointed to the spot the snake was at only for it to be gone. She turned back to her father and asked "Is it normal to talk to snakes?".
Her father's eyes widened and he took Thalia back inside. He took her into his office and he sat Thalia down. "I think it's time I explain a lot of things to you" He said, sitting himself down next to her. He had explained to Thalia that night that he too could speak to snakes and that it was called Pareslmouth. It was an ability that had been in their family for generations. Thalia's father had told her that back then there family and ancestors were from a family of dark wizards and that they had a dark past. He assured her that things were different now and that she had been granted a gift. He was honest with her and told her he thought one of the two eldest children would have it but was proud that she had it instead. He told her he was sure she would be put into Slytherin when she would go to Hogwarts. (Boy was he wrong).
Thalia was happy she was granted this gift of speaking to snakes. She felt it made her special, it was different, and Thalia liked anything that was different.
One day a party was hosted at the Lightwood manor. None of the Lightwood children wanted to be there. They all hated the parties that were hosted at their manor since they had to behave and greet every guest. It was exhausting for them. Thalia had chosen to sneak away from the party and go out into the garden. It was winter that year, so it was cold and snowing. Thalia didn't care though; she liked the cold. She decided to make her way into the maze and go to the middle where the fountain and mini garden were at. The knee length white dress flowed in the cold wind causing Thalia to shiver and wrap her arms around herself for warmth.
Once she reached the fountain and little garden, she sat on the stone bench. The coldness of the bench caused Thalia to shiver a bit more. It's too cold out here little one, she heard. At first Thalia thought she imagined the voice but when she heard it again, she knew it wasn't in her head. You'll freeze, you need to get inside where it is warm.
She shook her head and looked around to find the person she was talking too. "I don't want to go inside, I hate it inside".
You'll freeze if you don't and I'm sure you don't want that, the voice said. It sounded deep and raspy but Thalia found it odd how the person stretched out there S's in words.
"Who are you?" She asked.
Look behind you, little one
Thalia was hesitant to turning around but she did anyways out of curiosity. Thalia turned only to find no one there. Her eyes traveled down as she heard the sound of slithering coming from the bush. A big black snake with an orange stripe on the end of its body came slithering out of the bush. Thalia's eyes widened but she didn't step back. Seeing the snake instead of a person gave her a sort of comforting feeling. "What's you name?" She asked the snake.
Kieran, He responded
"Nice to me-" Thalia got cut off by her father calling her name.
"Thalia who are you talking to?", Her father asked her, walking closer to her.
Thalia turned around and pointed to the spot the snake was at only for it to be gone. She turned back to her father and asked "Is it normal to talk to snakes?".
Her father's eyes widened and he took Thalia back inside. He took her into his office and he sat Thalia down. "I think it's time I explain a lot of things to you" He said, sitting himself down next to her. He had explained to Thalia that night that he too could speak to snakes and that it was called Pareslmouth. It was an ability that had been in their family for generations. Thalia's father had told her that back then there family and ancestors were from a family of dark wizards and that they had a dark past. He assured her that things were different now and that she had been granted a gift. He was honest with her and told her he thought one of the two eldest children would have it but was proud that she had it instead. He told her he was sure she would be put into Slytherin when she would go to Hogwarts. (Boy was he wrong).
Thalia was happy she was granted this gift of speaking to snakes. She felt it made her special, it was different, and Thalia liked anything that was different.
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Foresight runs known in the Valasse line, for centuries at least, which might explain one ancestor's prideful taking of the name, meaning divinity in archaic tongue. For several generations, the family arranged marriages to try and keep the seer pedigree dominant, but nearly all of that information was lost to antiquity and migration from east to west.
The seeress Syltih Valasse of several generations previous foretold that their line would come to an end in the misaligned death of a female progeny. For this, female children of the line were oft shunned. Rumors lingered prominently for a generation that Sylith, who married into the family, propagated this prophecy solely for her benefit. Still, the fear of it being true carried on, each generation to bear a girl thinking on what may come.
Skraele's father suffered a tragic head injury as a teen in the Second Wizarding War. The swelling on his brain and life-saving surgery left him permanently mentally stunted. He had been highly intelligent before, purportedly more so than his elder brother, but, after, he retained an almost child-like temperament and not much better intelligence the rest of his life. Wed young, his school sweetheart then wife had enjoyed his innocent view on the world, honesty and blunt nature. For reasons known only to her, the attraction began to fade. Perhaps ill-feelings of entrapment made her irresponsible for their child. After more than one instance of neglect reported by neighbors, a court case gave custody to the grandparents, with the father's reluctant acceptance.
Their youngest son's accident and circumstances of the ill-fated child felt a dour omen and renewed the prophecy's fear in the grandparent's. Though they would never admit it, they tried to shelter her from the wizarding world as much as reasonable because of these fears. The idea was if she didn't become invested in that life then the prophecy, true or false, either could be averted or wouldn't be intended for the child, for they did love her dearly.
Even so, their hesitance showed, and reluctance only bred further disappointments and bitterness. Skraele could never truly feel a connection to the grandparents that focused on her schooling at the expense of all else. All they asked of her was to follow the rules and make good marks. She did these well for the most part. Despite her eagerness to please them, there was an ever present melancholy in them, especially her nan, that confused and disappointed Skraele.
Skraele at times showed a preternatural affinity for avoiding danger, many times a step behind or ahead of danger, possibly presenting an expression of the dwindling prophetic trait the family bore. Not a confirmation of itself, children can be prone to accidents, especially one so hardy and outgoing, brave or foolhardy. The Valasse progenitors were skeptical and not comforted. They felt in spirit the girl had a great purpose in life, even as parents must, for well or ill.
When the letter to Hogwarts came on her eleventh birthday the grandparents could only feel gloom on what should be a joyous occasion. While her daideó could always present stoic optimism, her nan could only manage neutrality at best, questioning if this is what Skraele really wanted and would for leave everything else behind.
This leads up to the series of unfortunate but expected events entailing Skraele's life to date. Knowing what may come has been no boon.
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Stamina: 6
Evasion: 5
Strength: 4
Wisdom: 6
Arcane Power: 5
Accuracy: 4
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«Seer» STA: «7» EVA: «7» STR: «4» WIS: «6» ARC: «6» ACC: «5»
~±~It is a sign of contraction of the mind when it is content, or of weariness. A spirited mind never stops within itself;
it is always aspiring and going beyond its strength.~±~
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Seer
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Foresight runs known in the Valasse line, for centuries at least, which might explain one ancestor's prideful taking of the name, meaning divinity in archaic tongue. For several generations, the family arranged marriages to try and keep the seer pedigree dominant, but nearly all of that information was lost to antiquity and migration from east to west.
The seeress Syltih Valasse of several generations previous foretold that their line would come to an end in the misaligned death of a female progeny. For this, female children of the line were oft shunned. Rumors lingered prominently for a generation that Sylith, who married into the family, propagated this prophecy solely for her benefit. Still, the fear of it being true carried on, each generation to bear a girl thinking on what may come.
Skraele's father suffered a tragic head injury as a teen in the Second Wizarding War. The swelling on his brain and life-saving surgery left him permanently mentally stunted. He had been highly intelligent before, purportedly more so than his elder brother, but, after, he retained an almost child-like temperament and not much better intelligence the rest of his life. Wed young, his school sweetheart then wife had enjoyed his innocent view on the world, honesty and blunt nature. For reasons known only to her, the attraction began to fade. Perhaps ill-feelings of entrapment made her irresponsible for their child. After more than one instance of neglect reported by neighbors, a court case gave custody to the grandparents, with the father's reluctant acceptance.
Their youngest son's accident and circumstances of the ill-fated child felt a dour omen and renewed the prophecy's fear in the grandparent's. Though they would never admit it, they tried to shelter her from the wizarding world as much as reasonable because of these fears. The idea was if she didn't become invested in that life then the prophecy, true or false, either could be averted or wouldn't be intended for the child, for they did love her dearly.
Even so, their hesitance showed, and reluctance only bred further disappointments and bitterness. Skraele could never truly feel a connection to the grandparents that focused on her schooling at the expense of all else. All they asked of her was to follow the rules and make good marks. She did these well for the most part. Despite her eagerness to please them, there was an ever present melancholy in them, especially her nan, that confused and disappointed Skraele.
Skraele at times showed a preternatural affinity for avoiding danger, many times a step behind or ahead of danger, possibly presenting an expression of the dwindling prophetic trait the family bore. Not a confirmation of itself, children can be prone to accidents, especially one so hardy and outgoing, brave or foolhardy. The Valasse progenitors were skeptical and not comforted. They felt in spirit the girl had a great purpose in life, even as parents must, for well or ill.
When the letter to Hogwarts came on her eleventh birthday the grandparents could only feel gloom on what should be a joyous occasion. While her daideó could always present stoic optimism, her nan could only manage neutrality at best, questioning if this is what Skraele really wanted and would for leave everything else behind.
This leads up to the series of unfortunate but expected events entailing Skraele's life to date. Knowing what may come has been no boon.
IN CASE YOU ARE APPLYING FOR A SPECIAL RACE OR RARE TALENT:
Stamina: 6
Evasion: 5
Strength: 4
Wisdom: 6
Arcane Power: 5
Accuracy: 4
STATUS: Approved
STudent not yet in Index. Trunk was locked.
«Seer» STA: «7» EVA: «7» STR: «4» WIS: «6» ARC: «6» ACC: «5»
~±~It is a sign of contraction of the mind when it is content, or of weariness. A spirited mind never stops within itself;
it is always aspiring and going beyond its strength.~±~
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Name of ability you're applying for: The Muggle Condition
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With being a half-blood Arlo has always been caught in-between two worlds. Attending a Muggle primary school with magic prevalent in the home and not being able to tell anyone was tough (besides not having many friends). However her mother being an auror and so not being home as much meant that their farther taught him and their siblings the muggle way to do things like cleaning the floors and cooking. This was one skill Arlo enjoyed more than she would ever tell anyone as his father is a chef and was partial to a terrible dad joke it was entertaining for Arlo. By the age of 9 Arlo was competent with a knife and was able to make increasingly more complex meals over the years.
Moreover, her father's love for films meant that Arlo has always been surrounded by muggle culture as her dad would show them and his siblings muggle films as often as he could such as the Marvel films, Disney films and even Star Wars (a family favourite). These films were often confusing especially as a young child as they have always been aware of the exitance of magic and so she couldn't understand why they didn't just utilise that in the film. Over time he began to understand the importance of hiding magic but they have never necessarily agreed with this. As a result she has always been fascinated by magic and was arguably more disheartened than Hope was when she didn't receive a Hogwarts acceptance letter.
Along with their muggle skills Arlo also wanted to maintain a connection to the wizarding world by playing quidditch with siblings and cousins. This was a great love of hers but the inability to play regularly took a toll and so Arlo started playing basketball at school. This was nothing like the thrill of quidditch but provided the closest substitute they could find. Despite not talking much to any of the other basketball players he quickly gained aptitude and respect amongst her peers.
Receiving a Hogwarts acceptance letter was a momentous occasion although Arlo made sure to be respectful of Hope as this was a feeling she would never experience. Hope has been and always will be a large part of Arlo's life as she keeps him grounded and releases her never ending older sister wisdom (and older sister magic) onto him. Despite this Arlo couldn't help but feel saddened that they wouldn't be ably to access her beloved cooking, films, and basketball, yet excited to properly play quidditch and learn the ways of his mother.
Moreover, her father's love for films meant that Arlo has always been surrounded by muggle culture as her dad would show them and his siblings muggle films as often as he could such as the Marvel films, Disney films and even Star Wars (a family favourite). These films were often confusing especially as a young child as they have always been aware of the exitance of magic and so she couldn't understand why they didn't just utilise that in the film. Over time he began to understand the importance of hiding magic but they have never necessarily agreed with this. As a result she has always been fascinated by magic and was arguably more disheartened than Hope was when she didn't receive a Hogwarts acceptance letter.
Along with their muggle skills Arlo also wanted to maintain a connection to the wizarding world by playing quidditch with siblings and cousins. This was a great love of hers but the inability to play regularly took a toll and so Arlo started playing basketball at school. This was nothing like the thrill of quidditch but provided the closest substitute they could find. Despite not talking much to any of the other basketball players he quickly gained aptitude and respect amongst her peers.
Receiving a Hogwarts acceptance letter was a momentous occasion although Arlo made sure to be respectful of Hope as this was a feeling she would never experience. Hope has been and always will be a large part of Arlo's life as she keeps him grounded and releases her never ending older sister wisdom (and older sister magic) onto him. Despite this Arlo couldn't help but feel saddened that they wouldn't be ably to access her beloved cooking, films, and basketball, yet excited to properly play quidditch and learn the ways of his mother.
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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Fearless
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Some might think you could scare June Selwyn's soul out of her body if you sneezed too hard. Her small frame, innocent smile and naive outlook all painted a picture of a young, defenseless young girl who ran at the first sight of a hex. This could not be farther than the truth.
June had only been afraid of one thing in her whole life: Horses. Her aunt and uncle had some land in France that the Selwyn family would often visit in the summers. June, aged 4, wandered unsupervised towards the fascinating creatures, giggling as she approached it from behind. The horse was spooked, and kicked back, knocking June back several meters and cracking a few of her ribs. It only took a day for her to fully recover (thanks to her uncle being quite the healer), the psychological damage was done. No more trips up to see her aunt and uncle, now they had to come down to have reunions. June refused to play horses with any of friends (which ended up being the cause for her first instance of magic), would make a point to leave any conversation when they were mentioned, and cried whenever she saw one. This went on for several years, much to the chagrin of her parents.
Then, on her sixth-and-a-half birthday, June had a realization. This is stupid, she thought. I'm tired of being afraid of horses. I cry and make a fool of myself and everyone gets upset at me. Alright, that's it. From this day forward, I am not afraid.
And, as if by magic, fear seemed to exit June entirely. The following summer, June begged to learn how to horseback ride. She played horses with her friends, playing them so manic and thrashing that her friends asked to play other things instead. June, in fact, challenged horses now, talking to them as if they could understand and argue with her.
She faced every threatening situation the same way. Woken up by a nightmare about dementors hiding in the shadows of her room? Go back to sleep, or else you'll look like a bafoon. Large dog bounding towards you, barking like there's no tomorrow? Don't be ridiculous, you'll embarrass yourself if you react.
June Selwyn had somehow discovered the key to overcoming any fear: Decide being afraid is a stupid thing to be, and simply don't be afraid. Simple as that.
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[quote]Link to your encyclopedia thread: ‘HildaPedia’
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Broken Broomshaft
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Being an active person was not only a hobby for Hilda but a family tradition. Her father, Coach of Appleby Arrows Quidditch Team, had always encouraged and guided his daughter to push her own boundaries and find her strengths. A family Christmas holiday was not complete without every member, no matter how old, going out to participate on the makeshift quidditch pitch. From elderly Aunt Ruth to grass-skimming five-year-old’s, everyone could play the game their family loved. And it turned out, Hilda's strength was her strength.
Apart from the holidays however, Hilda also attended training sessions with her father. Learning every manoeuvre and play that she could. The moves that she loved best, were the ones that required the least amount of thinking, the least amount of skill, and the most brute strength. Although small, Hilda packed a solid blow, a trait that her father particularly loved. While she struggled to follow the maths behind the plays, she could easily follow the moves made by the players, and that was how she learnt. She accepted the criticisms and feedback from the team members, followed the advice of her father, and soon was an unstoppable pocket-rocket while in the air. The exhilaration, the adrenalin, providing Hilda with some form of shield against the bruises she received until her feet touched the ground again and the pain came rushing in. She by no means escapes the bashings of the beater’s bats, the chaser’s elbows and the hurtling bludgers, but she can give as much as she receives. No small feat for a small child, but a child of a Quidditch Coach could manage it.
As is reflected by Hilda’s statistics, she is strong and accurate, making this move fitting for her character, as well as not having a great evasive skill, only enforcing its effectiveness. Ploughing ahead into oncoming traffic (or broomsticks in mid-air) she would have little chance of missing her target or evading whatever damage she herself would take in the midst of this move. I fully intend to have Hilda apply for a position on the Quidditch team in her second year, and equally intend to have her come into contact with A LOT of bludges and broomsticks. This move, learnt from her father and watching/participating in Quidditch practices alongside the Appleby Arrows, would definitely be a move Hilda has mastered. Some of the more complex and skilful moves in a Quidditch match still need work but running down an opponent, would just be right up her alley.
Statistics:
Stamina | 8
Evasion | 3
Strength | 7
Wisdom | 5
Arcane Power | 4
Accuracy | 8
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STATUS: Approved
Name of Ability that you Are Applying for: Broken Broomshaft
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Being an active person was not only a hobby for Hilda but a family tradition. Her father, Coach of Appleby Arrows Quidditch Team, had always encouraged and guided his daughter to push her own boundaries and find her strengths. A family Christmas holiday was not complete without every member, no matter how old, going out to participate on the makeshift quidditch pitch. From elderly Aunt Ruth to grass-skimming five-year-old’s, everyone could play the game their family loved. And it turned out, Hilda's strength was her strength.
Apart from the holidays however, Hilda also attended training sessions with her father. Learning every manoeuvre and play that she could. The moves that she loved best, were the ones that required the least amount of thinking, the least amount of skill, and the most brute strength. Although small, Hilda packed a solid blow, a trait that her father particularly loved. While she struggled to follow the maths behind the plays, she could easily follow the moves made by the players, and that was how she learnt. She accepted the criticisms and feedback from the team members, followed the advice of her father, and soon was an unstoppable pocket-rocket while in the air. The exhilaration, the adrenalin, providing Hilda with some form of shield against the bruises she received until her feet touched the ground again and the pain came rushing in. She by no means escapes the bashings of the beater’s bats, the chaser’s elbows and the hurtling bludgers, but she can give as much as she receives. No small feat for a small child, but a child of a Quidditch Coach could manage it.
As is reflected by Hilda’s statistics, she is strong and accurate, making this move fitting for her character, as well as not having a great evasive skill, only enforcing its effectiveness. Ploughing ahead into oncoming traffic (or broomsticks in mid-air) she would have little chance of missing her target or evading whatever damage she herself would take in the midst of this move. I fully intend to have Hilda apply for a position on the Quidditch team in her second year, and equally intend to have her come into contact with A LOT of bludges and broomsticks. This move, learnt from her father and watching/participating in Quidditch practices alongside the Appleby Arrows, would definitely be a move Hilda has mastered. Some of the more complex and skilful moves in a Quidditch match still need work but running down an opponent, would just be right up her alley.
Statistics:
Stamina | 8
Evasion | 3
Strength | 7
Wisdom | 5
Arcane Power | 4
Accuracy | 8
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STATUS: Approved
`Stm 9 `Eva 3 `Str 8 `Wis 7 `Arc Pow 5 `Acc 8
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