Is your character a Broom Racer? No
Is your character a Quidditch Player? No
Is your character a Duelist? Yes
Stats. Sta 7| Eva 7| Str 5 | Wis 7| Arc 8| Acc 8
Abilities.
Impartial (Y1) (403/400)

Reducio

Looks had never been important for Haruka. Don't get her wrong, it's not that she's completely careless about her looks, but it had never been number one deciding factor for her.
It all started with her being too busy to care about looks of others. She would hurry down the hall at her school, not sparing a glance for whoever was the hot item this week. She didn't know, anyways.
"Haruka!" Her friend Ayako called to her. "Did you see that?" she asked excitedly. "Asahi just winked at me!!"
"Hmm?" Haruka looked to her friend. "Who?"
"Didn't you see?" Ayako stopped and whirled around, leaning closer to whisper. "That guy. Isn't he so cool?"
Haruka didn't see what was 'cool' about the boy. Asahi was just the regular Japanese half-blood student, and she didn't see why so many girls always mooned over him. His grades were average, and he wasn't even on any sports teams to make up for it.
"Oh.. I guess so? You like him?"
"Oh, yes. Do you think he notices me?"
Haruka furrowed her brow. So this was a... crush?
"Why do you like him?" she decided to ask, not answering her question.
"Hello? Aren't you blind? He looks like a movie star!" Ayako looked at Haruka as if she was crazy. "Who wouldn't like him? Oh! He's walking our way, quick, look unsuspicious!"
Haruka, already facing the opposite way, couldn't help but smother a giggle at Ayako's shallowness. Why would someone like another just because of their looks? She had known plenty of people who looked good but were completely the opposite inside.
It had also been part of her upbringing, in a way. Haruka had learnt many things about the magical and muggle world, and the fact that poisonous things had the brightest and prettiest colors intruiged her. She figured it was like this 'universal principle' that good-looking didn't necessarily mean good, and she stuck hard to this belief when she got into the age where everyone was getting crushes, which earned her a few side eyes and funny looks when she treated so-and-so indiferently.
It was as if Haruka was blind to looks, in a way. What she noticed first about a person wasn't their fashion sense, height, or any of that sort. Instead, it was more of their quirks, the way they held themselves, and their small habits that she seemed to notice and observe.

Statistical Relevance for Arcane Power (Y2) (540/400)

Reducio

From a very young age, Haruka had been trained in sports that had required both power and grace.
Take figure skating, for example. The double axel was her favorite jump by far, even though it was unpopular with most people at her rink, since they weren't used to the foreward takeoff. And to be honest, it was hard. Haruka's coach had told her that it required a lot of guts, strength, and elegance to pull off the jump well, and she was determined to make it happen, which it did, in time. When taking her skating exam for that level, all of the judges grading her had commented on how strong but elegant her double axel was.
It was the same with karate; she had learnt how to make very hard and strong moves seem flowing and effortless through hours of training, and she entered Mahoutokoro with the same intent: to learn very hard spells and perform them as if it were nothing.
Quickly, she found that it wasn't as easy as she thought. Too much energy towards a spell could make it go wrong or off target. Haruka, who usually prided herself on her accuracy and precision, found that the bit of magical wood she called her wand was actually very hard to control, and much of her concentration's sole purpose was to make her spell actually hit.
Once they did, however, the target rarely sufferered any damaged, or significantly less than if another person's spell had hit them. At the end, Haruka narrowed it down to a simple problem (her arcane power was insufficient) through some testing.
She took one of her favorite spells, flipendo, a friend with similar grades, and a practice dummy.
"Please cast flipendo at this dummy," she instructed. "As hard as you can."
"Uh.... okay? Flipendo!"" The spell shot forwards with considerable speed, and immediately knocked the dummy back a few good meters upon contact with its shoulder.
"And may I ask how you do that? How you made it so powerful, I mean." Haruka asked after the dummy had fallen to the ground with a muted thump. She waa curious to see how her classmate had done it.
"I just try to keep my movements more controlled so that all my energy is more concentrated. But you also can't be too stiff, you know what I mean?"
"Aahhh, I see," Haruka said, even though she didn't. "Thank you for your help! I'll see you around sometime." She smiled warmly and once her classmate had left, she started practicing according to her advice. She tried to figure out her own ways of improving her power while keeping everything else: the accuracy and grace of the overal movement. She saw her final goal as being able to treat spellcasting like a dance; graceful and poised. Once Haruka was fixtated on something, it was hard to convince her to do anything else.
Soon, she began to see results from the long hours of solitary practicing. She could shoot her spells farther, and with more speed and force. It was satisfying, in a way, to realize that she could actually control her magic, to use it for herself, in a way that was both artistic and practical.

Is your character a Broom Racer? No
Is your character a Quidditch Player? No
Is your character a Duelist? Yes
Stats. Sta 7| Eva 7| Str 5 | Wis 7| Arc 8| Acc 8
Abilities.
Impartial (Y1) (403/400)

Reducio

Looks had never been important for Haruka. Don't get her wrong, it's not that she's completely careless about her looks, but it had never been number one deciding factor for her.
It all started with her being too busy to care about looks of others. She would hurry down the hall at her school, not sparing a glance for whoever was the hot item this week. She didn't know, anyways.
"Haruka!" Her friend Ayako called to her. "Did you see that?" she asked excitedly. "Asahi just winked at me!!"
"Hmm?" Haruka looked to her friend. "Who?"
"Didn't you see?" Ayako stopped and whirled around, leaning closer to whisper. "That guy. Isn't he so cool?"
Haruka didn't see what was 'cool' about the boy. Asahi was just the regular Japanese half-blood student, and she didn't see why so many girls always mooned over him. His grades were average, and he wasn't even on any sports teams to make up for it.
"Oh.. I guess so? You like him?"
"Oh, yes. Do you think he notices me?"
Haruka furrowed her brow. So this was a... crush?
"Why do you like him?" she decided to ask, not answering her question.
"Hello? Aren't you blind? He looks like a movie star!" Ayako looked at Haruka as if she was crazy. "Who wouldn't like him? Oh! He's walking our way, quick, look unsuspicious!"
Haruka, already facing the opposite way, couldn't help but smother a giggle at Ayako's shallowness. Why would someone like another just because of their looks? She had known plenty of people who looked good but were completely the opposite inside.
It had also been part of her upbringing, in a way. Haruka had learnt many things about the magical and muggle world, and the fact that poisonous things had the brightest and prettiest colors intruiged her. She figured it was like this 'universal principle' that good-looking didn't necessarily mean good, and she stuck hard to this belief when she got into the age where everyone was getting crushes, which earned her a few side eyes and funny looks when she treated so-and-so indiferently.
It was as if Haruka was blind to looks, in a way. What she noticed first about a person wasn't their fashion sense, height, or any of that sort. Instead, it was more of their quirks, the way they held themselves, and their small habits that she seemed to notice and observe.

Statistical Relevance for Arcane Power (Y2) (540/400)

Reducio

From a very young age, Haruka had been trained in sports that had required both power and grace.
Take figure skating, for example. The double axel was her favorite jump by far, even though it was unpopular with most people at her rink, since they weren't used to the foreward takeoff. And to be honest, it was hard. Haruka's coach had told her that it required a lot of guts, strength, and elegance to pull off the jump well, and she was determined to make it happen, which it did, in time. When taking her skating exam for that level, all of the judges grading her had commented on how strong but elegant her double axel was.
It was the same with karate; she had learnt how to make very hard and strong moves seem flowing and effortless through hours of training, and she entered Mahoutokoro with the same intent: to learn very hard spells and perform them as if it were nothing.
Quickly, she found that it wasn't as easy as she thought. Too much energy towards a spell could make it go wrong or off target. Haruka, who usually prided herself on her accuracy and precision, found that the bit of magical wood she called her wand was actually very hard to control, and much of her concentration's sole purpose was to make her spell actually hit.
Once they did, however, the target rarely sufferered any damaged, or significantly less than if another person's spell had hit them. At the end, Haruka narrowed it down to a simple problem (her arcane power was insufficient) through some testing.
She took one of her favorite spells, flipendo, a friend with similar grades, and a practice dummy.
"Please cast flipendo at this dummy," she instructed. "As hard as you can."
"Uh.... okay? Flipendo!"" The spell shot forwards with considerable speed, and immediately knocked the dummy back a few good meters upon contact with its shoulder.
"And may I ask how you do that? How you made it so powerful, I mean." Haruka asked after the dummy had fallen to the ground with a muted thump. She waa curious to see how her classmate had done it.
"I just try to keep my movements more controlled so that all my energy is more concentrated. But you also can't be too stiff, you know what I mean?"
"Aahhh, I see," Haruka said, even though she didn't. "Thank you for your help! I'll see you around sometime." She smiled warmly and once her classmate had left, she started practicing according to her advice. She tried to figure out her own ways of improving her power while keeping everything else: the accuracy and grace of the overal movement. She saw her final goal as being able to treat spellcasting like a dance; graceful and poised. Once Haruka was fixtated on something, it was hard to convince her to do anything else.
Soon, she began to see results from the long hours of solitary practicing. She could shoot her spells farther, and with more speed and force. It was satisfying, in a way, to realize that she could actually control her magic, to use it for herself, in a way that was both artistic and practical.