Botan Miura
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| Reducio When Botan was five years old, he and his cousin Akihiko were outside, playing in the mud and his grandparents were watching him. Akihiko was trying to make the perfect pie, and Botan had challenged him to do so. Botan used mud and worms, lining the bottom with mud, adding a layer of worms, which he had found. Then he added a big scoop of mud on top, and called it finished. A few minutes later, Akihiko finished making his pie, which was an amazing pie that almost looked like a professional chef had made it. If pie’s were made of mud. Botan asked his grandparents which one they liked, and they looked at eachother and told him that “they are both beautiful!” Botan was hesitant, but when Akihiko announced that he liked Bo’s better, a big grin spread across Botan’s face. Botan had beaten Akihiko! Just then, his grandparents turned and announced that he had won. Victory! Botan was amazed. He had won! Bo watched his cousin wink at his grandparents. That was it. “Hey!” He shouted. “That’s not fair!” He complained. “You said you liked both of ours! I’m not scared!” He yelled. “I don’t care if you like Akihiko’s better, but at least say it!” Botan continued to be brave throughout the time he was home. Working hard to complete pranks that other children would have backed out on, like sneaking into the kitchen and making breakfast for Akihiko, but injecting the fruit with food coloring. When the two boys would go out, Akihiko would always be the one everyone talked to. Botan made a group of friends, but they were all muggle. The group often found Akihiko tagging along, as he had nothing else to do. The group always pranked neighboring kids, and made mischief. One day when Botan was seven years old, he had a new idea for a prank. All he had to do was get one of his friends to buy a flower pot that matched his neighbors and plant different seeds in them. The pot was bought, and seeds were as well. They grew the seeds for a while, and when it was time to do the swap, Botan volunteered. No one else wanted to get caught. He wasn’t even afraid. Botan brought the seeds and the pot, and went up to the house and swapped the two pots. He even had the guts to sprinkle some of their leftover seeds on the flowerbed, and slip away unseen. Botan was their fearless leader after all. It was his job. WC:427 |
| Reducio Botan is an interesting boy. As a young child he was always pressured by his parents. They wanted him to be better than his charming cousin Akihiko. Akihiko always won over others. He was smarter, and in some situations, just better than Botan. What ever Botan did to one up Aki, just never worked. Until his father sat him down. “Botan. You need to do better. Why is Akihiko always beating you at… everything?” “I-” Botan stammered. What he meant to sat was something along the lines of I’m doing my best, but Akihiko is just better. Or maybe I’ll do better. But no. Botan just sat there, stuttering at his father. “Its because you don’t study. Don’t practice. Don’t put in any effort.” His father continued. “Come on son, do better.” his father added. At this moment, Botan’s heart was completely crushed. Shattered into a million pieces like a piece of hard candy that has been stomped on. But two of his fathers words were stuck in his head. Do better. Do better. Botan was trying. He was practicing. But it just wasn’t enough for his demanding family. From that day on, Botan knew he needed to find another way, even if it wasn’t right. His new way was cheating. Finding loopholes. Sneaking around. And for some horrible reason it actually sort of worked for him. About 25% of the time Botan would get away with it. And it pleased his dark and cold heart. Very few had peeled back the layers and reached the warm core that disagreed with his choices. If they saw him now, they would ask him why he was doing it. But Botan was getting away with it, so he continued. One day when Botan and Akihiko were home, the decided to play a round of a basic version of quidditch, with one hoop, and only the quaffle. They agreed on first to 100 would win, and the loser would have to give the winner a stack of chocolate frogs. Their grandparents were sitting outside, supervising the boys and making sure no one got hurt, and that it was an honest game. About halfway through, Botan was losing pretty hard to Akihiko, and Botan was determined to win. Not for the chocolate frogs, but mainly for the bragging rights. He just wanted to win one thing against Aki. During a round of play, Botan grabbed the quaffle and bumped Aki into their makeshift quidditch hoop. Aki yelped in pain and flew over to his grandmother. When his grandparents were inspecting Akihiko, Botan snuck over to the score board and took a huge risk but taking 20 points off of Aki’s scoreboard. It was a huge risk on his part, but his mother had told him, high risk, high reward. For something that the rest of the world frowned apon, Botan did not find it that terrible. Actually it was pretty useful. It brought victory, and Botan liked to win. |
| Reducio Quidditch was always a big part of Botan's life. As a young boy he was quickly introduced to the sport by his father and uncle. Botan quickly grew in skill while pouring time and loads of effort into practice. When he was young, he was often encouraged to try out all of the positions, but because of his strong competitive side, he was drawn towards being a chaser. Botan’s cousin, who was like a brother to him, often played with him, the boys always rotated who played what position, but being a chaser was always what Botan wanted. Initially, when he made it to school at Mahoutokoro, of course he tried out for the Quidditch team. He barely made it, and so did his cousin, who ended up as their second string seeker, sitting on the bench. Botan was placed as one of the chasers on the team which brought him loads of joy. Every chance he got, Botan would rub it in, always striving to be the best and better than his cousin. Even though Botan was extremely competitive while playing Quidditch, he did have one fear. Falling. Any time anyone even got close to the edge of their broom or lost their balance, Botan would swoop in and drop the quaffle to make sure they did not fall off of their broom. This made Botan the team’s savior. This position seemed out of character for those who knew him, but began to make more and more sense to Botan, as he watched his teammates getting injured in the dangerous sport of Quidditch. Being a chaser-savior meant a lot for him and fit his style of play. Botan moved fast and was on the skinny side, able to swoop around and dive well. This allowed him to make it and successfully save some of his teammates from various attacks and falls. Botan usually paid attention, watching what was happening, keeping his eyes wide open for blunger attacks, quaffle passes and occasionally the snitch. Botan was also decent at avoiding hits and shoves, which also helped him be a good savior and overall better Quidditch player. During his second year, Botan began extensive training for this position, taking up hours of study time each day to instead practice Quidditch. He practiced all of the skills including turns, sharp turns, dives, and flying with others on the broom before he was ready to use his new skills in the game. He watched many games, paying attention to all of them, and pretending like he was in some of the situations that players faced, and watched other saviors diving to help others. After loads of practice and work, Botan was finally ready to be Mahoutokoro’s savior. |
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ability ideas
broken broomshaft, obnoxiously strong, evasive maneuvers, wandless/nonverbal magic
broken broomshaft, obnoxiously strong, evasive maneuvers, wandless/nonverbal magic
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