Triathalon: Round 1 Swimming Summer Camp '22

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Louca put his hand over his eyes, trying to see if there were enough clouds to justify avoiding sunscreen. Squinting, he judged that it likely wasn’t smart, and even though he was more likely to tan rather than burn, he still pulled out the sunscreen, spraying it all around his body, trying to make sure he got every inch. Pulling his lime green muscle shirt over his head, he gave one last swipe to his arms, trying to make sure the sunscreen had soaked in properly. Down below he had his garish orange swim shorts on. Honestly he looked like a fashion disaster, but he thought it would make him stand out among the other triathalon contestants. And okay, it was just fun. Why not look like a walking neon cloud?

Heading towards the stadium, it took only a few moments to arrive, and he surveyed the flooded stadium, catching sight of a large pirate ship. Grinning happily, he pushed his hair out of his eyes, regretting that he hadn’t grabbed sunglasses but honestly he had forgotten and it would not have been good to bring anyway as they probably would have been lost.

Scanning the edge of the flooded grounds, he looked around and caught sight of a figure, moving towards them. “I’m here for the Triathlon, Louca from Illvermorny.”
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Action: Arriving
Stats: Stamina: 10 | Evasion: 8 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 7 | Arcane Power: 5 | Accuracy: 5
Abilities: Fearless, Rapid Reviver

Durmstrang Institute's

¤ | Ω | ¤ Romeo Giovanni Marchonné

"English." "Italiano. Italian." "Russian."

| Faint scar on left eye | | Mangled right ear |

Louca Dufort & Charles Alluring
@Emma Wynn & @Henry Knight

The sun overhead wasn't nearly as hot as Italy's could get... But it was warm enough for me to be at least a little thankful for the triathlon event that I had signed up for without a moment of hesitation. Having fun and working out? It was a done deal. And though it hadn't been too long since I went swimming last, the water up north was bone-chillingly cold. The balmy sun here would hopefully be a bit more pleasant, like it had been on the Mediterranean seafronts.

The Durmstrang boot camp was long since over, as was the game that we had worked so hard to win. I still couldn't quite believe the outcome that we had had, but we had given it our all and had done all we could have done with having to share the field with another team that had been used to boost our numbers. Surely that had to give us at least a little extra credit for the effort we had put in in our attempts to wrest the cup away from Hogwarts.

Coming into the Quidditch Stadium now jarrs me a little, seeing as it is now flooded at the bottom to be used as the water event that I'll be competing in alongside many other of my Durmstrang brethren. Many of them were on the Quidditch team or in the Horde, so that added another layer of comradeship to winning this event.

But, as I finished applying the last of my sunscreen and put my things in a ample, yet out of the way place so that nobody else would steal them, in the end I just wanted to enjoy myself., regardless of win or loss.

I deserve it, I think. Hopefully.

I scan the newcomers as they stream in bit by bit, crossing my hands over my chest in a small nervous act of insecurity. I don't usually go bare-chested with only swim trunks in front of people. I am painfully aware of the sun beating down on my back, snd the pale Lichtenberg figure which traces itself from the webbing between my right hand's index and middle finger, up my arm and bicep, over my shoulder, and curling down my right side until its furthest edges are hidden beneath the suit's waistline. Wild and wandering, I suppose.

I smile towards Henry briefly, nodding his direction, before having my attention drawn towards a shorter boy (though I suppose being 6 foot seems to make most people appear short to me) who introduces himself and where he hails from. Illvermorny.

"Pleasure to meet you." I reply to him politely, offering a handshake. "Romeo Marchonné, Durmstrang."

I cross my arms again carefully, watching as more people show up. I find myself halfway curious as to if Piérre would attend despite his incredible fear of swimming in large bodies of water. "It's a lovely day for a swim. Regardless of the competition, I think a lot of people went for this event just so that they could get out of the heat." I hum to myself thoughtfully. "Yeah... a really nice, warm day for it, definitely."

Outfit:

Reducio

Stats:

Ω Stamina 9 | Evasion 7 | Strength 15 (17 O.S.) Ω
Ω Accuracy 14 | Wisdom 9 | ArcPower 0 Ω

Abilities:

Ω Obnoxiously Strong | Perfectionist I | Martial Artist | Healing Sage I Ω

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reena was excited for this event, she loves sports and for this she would be getting a nice work out. It was also very hot so a swim was something she looked forward to. She was glad for her shirt hair. She covered herself in sunblock and headed to the stadium which was now filled with water. She watched people find seats to watch and she watched people walk in. Reena glanced around with a neutral expression and shifted on her feet. She saw a boy warming on and wondered if she should do that too so it didnt look like she was lost.

Hesitantly, she swung her arms behind her back and clasped them together. She folded her shoulder back and began to bend backwards, feeling her back crack. She instantly felt relief. She stood with her legs apart and swung her upper body side to side. She sat down and stretched her legs, she stood up and relaxed a little. She swung her arms in circles to get her muscles working.

Then she waited. And looked around. And waited some more. The race was to start soon and she began to feel more impatient. How many others signed up?

Howard had signed up for the triathlon as soon as it had been announced. In a world full of so much magic it excited him for a chance to do something so...Muggle. At Hogwarts his life was full of spells and charms, potions and magical theory. The opportunity to set the wand down and to rely on his physical strength and endurance felt freeing in a way. Oh how it reminded him of days gone past when he would run around the playgrounds with his classmates or chase the ball around the pitch. Howard had always been an athletic person and now was the time to prove that Hogwarts had the brawn to match the brain.

The Dhampir would arrive at the shoreline covered from neck to ankle in full body swimwear. No way was he chancing the sunburn these hot summer months guaranteed to one with such sensitive skin. The thick sunscreen lotion lathered across his face may leave him looking a tad silly, but the look of determination perhaps offset comical display. Howard was here to not only prove his individual strength, but he was also representing Hogwarts as its Hexwizard champion. Whether it be he that crossed the finish line first or another of his classmates didn't matter to him. Just as long as they beat all these bloody foreigners. Especially those all those pukes from Durmstrang!

Stats: STA - 11 | EVA - 12 | STR - 15 | WIS - 0 | ARCP - 0 | ACC - 18
Abilities: Fangs, Claw & Bite | Martial Artist | Unsettling Aura | Blindvision | Keen Smell

ACTION: Arriving

Stats: Sta: 6 | Eva: 5 | Str: 8 | Wis: 8 | AP: 4 | Acc: 4
Abilities: Perfectionist

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Interacting with: Louca Dufort (@Emma Wynn)

N o a h J u p e

Noah gulped. He was not one who would do well in athletics- hell, even when playing a barbarian in dungeons and dragons- he had a low strength compared to everyone else in the party. He wanted to portay himself as a superhero- so maybe being in the Triathlon would help? Then again, his luck is usually fucked. He took a deep breath, and acknowledged that he wore perhaps one of the most objectable swim trunks compared to the others. It featured the old school superman along the left side of his swim trunks, and a marvel superhero named Wiccan on the right. He wore a cape, the crimson red cape that he wore in his first year, especially in the start of his second year. He strode into the area, preparing himself for the worst that has to come- and from what it looks like- he had to swim. Crap. Last year, for summer camp, he only spent half a second in the water and walked out. But he couldn't do that this time if he wanted to prove he was excellent and was worthy. Was he really going to do this? There was no harm in backing out now! Shit. Guess he's following through.

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[100%] 300/300

Perfectionist | Healing Sage | Beastmaster Eva 4 | Str 2 | Wis 12 | Arc 10 | Acc 9

E d w a r d S m i t h

Edward sobbed heavily. His own "girlfriend" told him that she was only dating him out of pity and now Edward was getting tired of this- he was turned down by multiple ladies at Koldovstoretz, but maybe he wasn't straight. The kiss he had with Alec, he liked. But he also liked women. Did that mean he was bisexual? Or pansexual? Granted, Eddy didn't know much about either- as his parents raised him under a certain aspect. He put on his swim gear his parents gave to him, in case swimming was something to do here. He put them on individually. Goggles, swim cap, speedos- why were there two different styles in his swim gear stuff? He looked around, knowing others might judge him if he wore the latter, so he put on the tight swim trunks- called square legs? It was colored in a gradient of black and red. The waistband of the swimwear had his name written on it, with a message "love mom." WHAT THE HELL? NOW EVERYONE WOULD MAKE FUN OF HIM IF HE EVEN CHOSE TO WEAR THE OTHER STYLE! HE WAS ALREADY REJECTED. COULD THIS SUMMER BE ANY WORSE? HE WAS ALREADY SLAPPED, PARALYZED, AND MADE MULTIPLE ENEMIES! Maybe the others were having the time of their lives, then again, he did have one highlight to the summer. His first kiss!

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[100%] 800/800

Keeper Catch | Broken Broom | Wand Eva 10 | Str 11 | Wis 6 | Arc 5 | Acc 5