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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Fearless
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):

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Pax had always been... well... an adventurous kid. Exploring was simply in their nature, ever since they'd been a kid. Throughout their life, they'd always jumped into things without regard for consequences. Like that time they'd found an old treehouse, and found a wild squirrel had given birth to its children there, and they'd tried to stroke it (it hadn't gone well). They'd never worried about the dangers that could be out there, only the joy of finding new things.
Scared, or worried, was and had never been in their vocabulary. Growing up as the only 'female' (a large oversight really, considering they were a demigirl) child their parents had, they had always felt the need to push against stereotypes, and one of those was being the 'weak, defenceless damsel in distress'. Besides, they'd always been taught by their mother that if they wanted something in life, it was them and them alone who could make that happen, and that meant not being afraid to make connections or walk up and start a conversation with someone that could be a beneficial connection in the future. And with their less adventurous and much more reserved siblings, Pax had to be the one to step up.
Futhermore, all their life, Pax had been dealing with hostility because of their gender. Some people just couldn't accept the fact they wanted to use they/them pronouns and would act incredibly rude as a result. So, Pax had no trouble standing up to them, even when they would threaten them. They'd always been taught to never take anything lying down, and the last thing they wanted to become was a doormat. Part of that was confidence, which was something they'd never lacked. They knew who they were, and weren't about to let others tell them what they weren't.
So, when they arrived at Hogwarts and were introduced to its abundance of creatures, some that may be deemed 'scary' or 'intimidating' to others, Pax, much like their infant self, wasn't as scared as some of their peers or fellow students were. Whether or not they 'supposedly' radiated an aura of fear or terror, they had never been much affected and were more than happy to strike up conversations with anybody who they wanted to, or if anybody tried to pick on them or anybody they knew and cared about, they would have no trouble standing up to them and speaking their mind, even if it ended in a fight. After all, if they had learnt anything at all from their life so far, it was that one couldn't make progress if one didn't speak out and stand up, and that required confidence.

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Pax ⁕ Living life or whatever ⁕ Chiaki

Link to your encyclopedia thread: Opeila Winters
Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: Spell Spread
Describe why this fits your character (not why you the player want it):

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Ever since Opeila entered Hogwarts for the first time, she has been fascinated by magic and spells. In fact, a whole new world had opened up for the child, and perhaps a specific interest in spells was just normal for those who were not used to them.
But for Opeila they were more than that- it wasn't like she had never seen magic before Hogwarts, with a magical, very traditional pureblood grandmother and a magical mother it had been almost impossible to hide magic from her, no matter how hard her father had tried.

But as it often was the case, what was forbidden often drew the most attention and for Opeila that was certainly the case. Once she had her own wand and permission to use magic within the walls of Hogwarts, she had been thrilled to get her hands on any magical book and instructions. She really made all efforts she could to master the spells she was to learn and that quite successfully, as her grades don't fail to reflect.
As soon as duelling was introduced as a new sport in Hogwarts, Opeila was the first to put her name down, one of the first duellists of house Slytherin- a big honor to the young snake.

Her first duels had been a disaster. Her first had been against two of her classmates, who ended up overpowering her and her teammate, but it was the second lost duel that really got her attention. It was the first time ever Opeila had seen a person split a spell and it fascinated her on a whole different level- one spell could be super hard, as she had learned, but two? With all her frustration, there was no denying that she admired her opponent.

The year passed and Opeila ended up being too distracted by all kinds of things- some caused by herself, such as her new job as a healer intern, then Broom Racing Captain and finally Prefect, but also things like the shadow curse or exams- to think of taking on another thing. Her third year duels were an amazing success, which was very likely mostly her duelling captain's fault- who also split spells like he had never done anything else.

The desire to acquire this new skill has been spooking around in the back of her head until the end of her third year, where she met the upperclassman again who first beat her in a duel with it- Galton. Opeila took the chance and asked him if he could show her how he did it (Never in her life would she give Dmitri Jones another reason to feel superior purposefully) and eventually- with a lot of practice- Opeila managed to split a spell for the first time.
(Thread with Galton will be posted soon)

link to your encyclopedia thread / link here
name of ability that you are applying for / terrible presence
describe why this fits your character / word count: 461

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Autumn thrives on the discomfort of others. It's a part of her she rarely finds worthy of pride, but one she indulges anyway. She wants people to be on their toes around her, enjoys feeling dangerous. Maybe it's a coping mechanism, meant to keep everyone around her at arm's length, emotionally and often literally. Maybe she was born that way, destined to scare. Possibly it's genetic, yet another metaphorical punch in the face from her mother, who also happens to be cursed with a bone-chilling ambience to her. Maybe it's because it's easier to be scary than to be approachable. Either she's gotten so used to presenting as frightening that it requires no effort anymore, or there's something naturally scary about her; most likely, it's both, because it all goes back.

Back to when she was born, maybe. When her relatives stared at her dark brown eyes and saw none of the life and purity and childish joy they had expected. She hadn't cried no matter what the nurses had done, and her grandmother had said it was an omen.

Perhaps back when she started school. She could intimidate anybody in vicinity with a single glare, and the bullies avoided her, saying she made them feel icky. The teachers noted her lack of popularity, and told her parents they were worried Autumn was scaring the other kids off.

The chill that followed her around peaked following her father's death; that part was certain. She hated everyone, and her terrifying demeanour became more intentional- sharper, more refined. She watched people, studied what made them sweat, and she integrated those things into everything she did. She walked within the shadows, spoke cryptically, glowered, scowled, threatened people and followed through on those threats. With enough time, she no longer had to try. This thing- this terrible presence,- it was who she was now, for better or for worse.

And now... well, it's nothing magic, the darkness doesn't exactly follow her around, but it may as well. People go silent and the air feels tense wherever she goes. She's unsure how to stop it, and she's unsure whether she wants to. She can't make friends in the rare occurrences in which she tries, and when she's in crowds she can feel people watching her, whispering and tensing up when she looks their way. In an awful way, she enjoys it. She enjoys the disconnect to others, the way they react to her. Enjoys seeing them shiver when she speaks.

It's a guilty pleasure, and one she's lost control of. She has a sneaking suspicion it will, as most things concerning her do, come back to haunt her sometime in the future, but for now she simply basks in this terrible presence she seems to possess.

(if approved, i'll add to the ency update form)

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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for:
Statistically Relevant
+1Accuracy +1 Stamina

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You lack creativity.
Prerequisites: None
Effect: This is an ability that can be bought more than once that gives a user +2 stats. These stats can be placed where they please. These stats can break caps.
Note: This can be acquired multiple times. However we do cap how many times this ability can be applied to a single stat. This ability (the plus 2 stat) can only be applied twice to a single stat (such as accuracy, evasion, wisdom, etc.) so that would be at most 4 stat points could ever break caps.

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Growing up with a professional Quidditch player as a parent meant Oliver grew up around the sport. At a very young age he was around practices, and attempting to fly a broom so he could play. He was used to falling off the broom, and taking the blunt force of a bludger. The scrapes and bruises were never enough to turn the boy away from the sport.

Every time he fell, he got back up. He learned to follow throw on a pass while taking on a bludger. It wasn’t that it didn’t hurt anymore, but he was more resilient, he found himself taking on more before reaching a previous limit. His mother playing the position of Chaser inspired Oliver to do the same. Watching the national teams play, Oliver got to see some of the worlds best Chasers up close. He had the chance to watch and learn how to they practiced and would always do his best to mimic.

Handling a Quaffle was second nature to him. For hours he would fly in the back yard and toss the ball through his self-made goal posts scoring on imaginary Keepers. But he wasn’t just tossing them with sheer force, but rather with pin point accuracy. He would divide the hoop mentally and aim for each section with the Quaffle. A trick he picked up from his mother. At first he practiced by setting up empty bottles around the yard and aiming at each on individually. It wasn’t long before his parents got tired of cleaning up the broke glass, and so his dad made small bullseye targets for him to practice.

Not wanting him to grow bored with practice Oliver’s mother decided to take the targets to the next level and jinxed them to be constantly moving. It was no longer a matter of see target hit target, but now Oliver almost had to predict the movement, adjust to the speed they were moving out and had to lead his throws. All calculations he wasn’t used to making before hand. A talent he was once so proudly of was now being called into question by himself as he struggled to hit the targets with any consistency.

The key he was missing was simple, it was repetition. All the calculation and proper movements had to become second nature. After six years of spending every summer in the backyard running through the basics and drills he had set up for himself the repetition was no longer an issue. Throwing the Quaffle were he pleased with pin point accuracy was no different for him then someone breathing, or taking a sip of water. Still that didn’t mean he could just stop and be satisfied with himself.

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Current Stats
STAMINA: 5
EVASION: 6
STRENGTH: 6
WISDOM: 6
ARCANE POWER: 7
ACCURACY: 10

Ency: Logan Baird
Ability: Wand Maker

Wand Wood: Willow

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Since Logan was a child she had wanted to become a healer, whether it was assisting her mother in patching up her younger brothers and herself after a game of tag outside or even just patching herself up after a small clumsy accident. Even though the Hufflepuff has spent years trying to learn how to become a healer, she knows she is still young and there is much to learn and that she probably will never know everything there is to know about healing. Although Logan has known she has wanted to become a healer since a being a child, she is always unsure of whether it will be the right choice in the future. She always wonders whether she will actually enjoy being a healer or whether she will actually be good at it. Willow wands are known for their healing abilities but also for choosing witches and wizards that are unsure of themselves. Logan is both completely unsure of herself, but also wanting to be a healer, allowing for the wand wood to match her quite well.
WC: 179

Wand Core: Phoenix Feather

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Phoenix feather cores are capably of a large range of magic while being one of the longest to show its potential. Logan has never been the greatest at casting spells, at least not in the beginning, now she is slowly beginning to show her potential of being able to cast spells much better while still being great at potion making. Logan is extremely stubborn and independent though. She does not like asking for help and does not want to rely on others to be able to do what she wants. Just like the Phoenix feather core, she is independent and other have to work hard to be able to earn her complete trust, she does not just accept everyone to be a great person on the first try. Even if the wand were to decide to act on its own accord, Logan would be frustrated but work through it, too stubborn to do anything about it.
WC: 156

Wand Length: 25.1 cm

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Logan's wand would be 25.1 cm long, the same as her previous wand. Even though Logan has made friends over the years and has even become prefect, she is extremely closed off and does not like to have things go completely off course. She would rather work with something by herself until she manages to get to the way she wants rather than have a lot of friends around and not get as much done the way she would want it done. To avoid embarrassment, Logan likes to work at her own pace, by herself, to get everything done almost perfectly. This way she can have most things the way she wants them to be while being as accurate as possible.

WC: 121

Wand Flexibility: Sturdy

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Sturdy, hard to bend but still able to if you try hard enough. Logan's wand flexibility would be sturdy. She is very stubborn about change and would prefer if most things stayed the same rather than having major changes around every corner, although she is okay with some change and is willing if necessary. Change can be scary and Logan does not like when there is something majorly unknown in the future, one the reason she tries to keep her routine and everything from having any changes. She is very stubborn about small changes that she can keep from happening though. She has always wanted to become a healer, being stubborn when people tell her she is perfectly capable of doing something else. When Logan sets her mind to something, it is also extremely difficult for others to change her mind, even if she is unsure of what the outcome is going to be and whether she is doing the right thing. If she keeps to what she has already decided, the chances of major change have slightly decrease.
WC: 154

Solo:

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Logan birthday had only been a little over two weeks ago when she had finally made it home and was able to see her family again. Something about being away from her family for so long caused the girl to miss them greatly and she was excited to not only give her brothers their gifts from their birthday in February but also receive any gifts from her family. With her birthday being so close to the end of the year she always felt it was easier for her to just wait and get the presents at home instead of having the presents owled to the school, then have to pack everything up to bring back home sooner after.

With a laugh, Logan stumbled back as Alexander and Rorik nearly tackled their older sister to the ground. She could not help but feel like she was finally home, even if she had a hard time wanting to stay there sometimes with all the memories of her mother around the large house. “I missed you both,” the brunette laughed as they dragged her into the sitting room, her trunk long forgotten in the entrance of the manor, Sherlock having taken off to find his favorite spot to curl up and sleep. The boys were not only excited to see what their older sister had gotten them for their birthday but also for the mysterious package that had arrived for the girl weeks earlier, even before her birthday.

Sitting on the small table in the middle of the sitting room was a stack of the girl’s presents, Logan having told the boys that their presents were in her trunk took off to leave the girl by herself temporarily. Of course, there were presents from her father’s family stacked high across the table, but what interested her the most was the long wooden box sitting on the table beside the rest of the nicely wrapped presents. “We don’t know who it is from, and father wouldn’t let us open it,” Alex said as the twins stumbled into the room with their gifts, barely holding it together to not rip them open right there. Logan just shook her head and looked at her brothers as they sat across from her, reaching over and grabbing the mystery box first. It must have been safe as her father would not have allowed her a present that was dangerous.

The boys’ questions of what is was could be heard throughout the room as Logan glanced up and saw her father leaning against the doorframe of the room as she opened the box. “It is a wand,” she muttered as she looked into the box. Sitting on a layer of plush black velvet sat lighter colored wand, the same size as her current wand but a different color and seemed much sturdier than her current one. Slowly clasping the wand in her hand, Logan tested how the wand felt as a smile formed on her face. She was not quite sure where the wand had come from yet, but it was definitely beautiful and well crafted.

“Whose it from” she heard one of the boys question as she shook her head, she had no idea as the box only had her name carved into it. Slowly though she heard footsteps as her father gave her a soft smile and handed a letter to her. This only confused her even more as her father had not opened the box yet had a letter. “You can read it,” he told her as he sat down beside her. Even though the Hufflepuff did not always get along with her father, he was still her father and it made her happy that he at least seemed to be trying.

Dear Logan,
You may not know me and I apologize for not being in your life sooner. I have spoken with your father previously and you will get to meet me soon, even if it his own family that stopped us in the first place. I do not want to cause any problems on your birthday though, so I wish you a happy birthday.
This is a Willow wood wand with a Phoenix feather core. I worked hard on this wand, so I do hope you like it and it accepts you as I cannot spend a lot of time making another for you, nor can I find a new home for the one I have already made for you. I understand that you have a lot of questions, and I promise that they will be answered soon, but in the meantime your father has agreed to answer some questions and allow us to speak, your brothers included.

With love,
Bayard Elders

P.S. Please tell your brothers that I have not forgotten about them, but I am not making them wands as they have not entered school yet. Maybe in the future.

After reading the letter out loud Logan looked up to her father. “Who is Bayard?” was her very first question. She recognized the last name as her mother’s family name, but she had never met anyone from that side before. Her mother even avoided speaking about them if possible. Logan had always assumed that there had been a falling out between her mother and her family, but according to this letter it was her father’s family that was the issue.

Her father looked at her with a sigh, he was going to have to explain a lot to not only his daughter but his sons as well. “For now I will tell you that Bayard is your uncle, one of your mother’s brothers. I will tell you more once he tells me what all he wants you to know and what he wants to tell you himself.” He told them before getting up and leaving the room, looking back at his children as he left.

Slowly, Logan looked down at the beautifully carved wand in her hands as the brothers scuttled over to looks as well. “That is so cool,” Rorik muttered as he watched his sister slowly set her new wand back in it’s box. She was just going to need to find something to do with her old wand now, clearly she was no longer going to need it.
WC: 1049

Total WC: 1658

EVASIVE MANEUVERS I

EVASIVE MANEUVERS II

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Name of Ability or Race/Talent that you Are Applying for: sixth sense

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it has been three years since lucky entered the wizarding world. what was once a fairytale dream where anything could happen became her everyday reality. every single day is a learning experience for her and she often feels behind the curve -- delayed especially in relation to her peers. she didn't grow up visiting diagon alley or watching quidditch games with her family. the only familiarity she has had with the magical world were stories that she'd heard from her father. bedtime tales that she and her brother fully believed but only in an abstract way. it wasn't until lucky's magic manifested (at the age of six) did she truly believe. but being a witch was always this -- mystery. a secret she had to keep from every single person she interacted with for years. it made her overanalyze the way she spoke, and the things she did. all to keep her hidden truth to herself.

gone is the girl who had to make sure no one was perceiving her in a strange way, who had to watch and learn how to be like everyone else. joining the wizarding community has freed her from those obligations -- so to speak. she no longer has to look over her shoulder to make sure no one notices that she's 'different'. everyone is different. but this technique to keep a family secret has turned into an unintentional benefit. lucky is known for acting first and thinking later but it isn't known that she's extremely observent. it comes from her early childhood, yes, but also her self-imposed isolation. lucky doesn't make friends easily. her first instinct is always to stay to herself. and when you're staying to yourself? it's easy to pay attention to everyone else. it's something she's currently attempting to change.

in pursuit of this new change, she tries to immerse herself into her surroundings. joining a band? she pays attention to the dreams and desires of her bandmates. dreaming of joining the quidditch team? she watches the games and observes how each she pays attention to how people interact -- not only with one another but with their surroundings. she's the first to notice who is friends with who and just how they genuinely feel about one another. but she's also the first to notice when something -- or someone -- is off. perhaps it's paranoia? mistrust for her new surroundings? a form of self-preseravation that grows as she does? or perhaps it can be described as something different?

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STATUS: Approved

WC: 517